Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to earn some 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 every night of you
Baby, I mind
You can tell by how I
Cause my hard and my cup cold
My tongue cause I'm so throwed
And I'm sweat from my last 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 cups of that Rose
Smoke that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my
I need it for what I'm about to do to you
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 earn my
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I 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 like you me

Old ass
Lightyears past the
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, a hater
And I only smoke
how you tell them Taylors
Nigga
Break it down, rolling on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing out without permission
Look, I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I came for
All the shit you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that's for
I say more
Spend so much money on
fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was this song
out some shots
You're taking too
and I'm rich
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and

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 my memory
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number 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 moving slow, I'm driving
I hit the weed, you the wheel
We lose
the top in that 69
Not 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say things like to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to this shit old news
It means haters jocking our old
Popping cause we made it
in the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't tomorrow