Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

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

Old ass
Lightyears the class
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas fame, I'm after cash
a fan of a player
I'm the man, you's a
And I only papers
That's how you tell them
listen
Break it down, weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out without
Look, I got on I was made for
Everything I got I done came for
All the that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that's for
Need I say
so much money on clothes
Said fuck a store, my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're along
And I was rolling one while I was making this song
Pour out shots
You're too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my friends on Bombay and lemonade

to you
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma to take your number 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 gin, you on some gin
I'm slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the
We control
Drop the top in 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say things supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper,
I like to this shit old news
It means haters our old moves
Popping champagne cause we it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of this that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow