Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to earn bragging rights
I'm 'bout to it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man every inside of you
Baby, I mind
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique and my cup cold
My tongue 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 be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can what you're saying to me
I got cups of that Rose
Smoke anything passed to me
worry 'bout my boys
I won't need it for what I'm to do to you
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 my memory
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 through you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me remember you like you 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 Taylors
listen
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 I got I done came for
All the shit you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, that's paid for
I say more
Spend so much money on
Said fuck a store, my own
I hope that you're rolling one up you're singing along
And know I was rolling one I was making this song
Pour out shots
taking too long
Young and I'm
And plus all of my on that Bombay and lemonade

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 my memory
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I 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

I'm on some gin, you on gin
I'm moving slow, I'm fast
I hit the weed, you the wheel
We lose
the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of paper, dawg
I like to this shit old news
It means 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