Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to some bragging rights
I'm to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in you wanna do
Even if that a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't
You can tell by how I
Cause my hard and my cup cold
My tongue slurred cause I'm so
And I'm wiping sweat from my show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm only for one night
And I'mma be memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can what you're saying to me
I got full 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, girl I I might 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, I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm through you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you you remember me

Old ass
Lightyears the class
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I 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 them Taylors
Nigga
Break it down, rolling weed on the of my kitchen
And not a thing out without permission
Look, I got on I was made for
that I got I done came for
All the that you see I done slaved for
All the and the crib, yeah that's paid for
Need I say
so much money on clothes
Said fuck a store, my own
I hope you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was this song
out some shots
You're too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and

to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
I'mma have to take your number I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me you like 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 my memory
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 control
the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say things supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper,
I like to call this old news
It haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne cause we it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably remember tomorrow