Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've holding back all night
Girl, take in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I don't
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique and my cup cold
My slurred cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat my last show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm here for one night
And I'mma be your
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're to me
I got cups of that Rose
Smoke anything that's to me
Don't worry 'bout my
I won't need it for I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you like you me
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
me remember you like you remember me

Old ass
past the class
Hit it, don't to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
Niggas fame, I'm after cash
a fan of a player
I'm the man, a hater
And I only papers
how you tell them Taylors
Nigga
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my
And not a thing comes out without
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything that I got I came for
All the shit that you see I slaved for
All the and the crib, yeah that's paid for
I say more
Spend so much money on
Said fuck a store, my own
I that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was one while I was making this song
out some shots
You're too long
and I'm rich
And all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

to you
Bad bitch, I think I might get used to you
have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me remember you you remember me
Bad bitch, I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me remember you like you me

I'm on some gin, you on gin
I'm slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the
We lose
Drop the top in 69
Not Motor 1, not old
say things like supposed to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to call this old news
It haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne we made it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow