Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to earn some rights
I'm 'bout to it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, pride in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I don't
You can tell by how I
Cause my clique and my cup cold
My slurred cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one
And I'mma be memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear you're saying to me
I got cups full of that
Smoke anything that's to me
Don't worry my boys
I won't need it for what I'm to do to you
Bad bitch, I think 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 you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I 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 like you me

Old ass
Lightyears the class
Hit it, don't have to
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, you's a
And I only papers
That's how you tell them
listen
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 I got I done came for
All the shit that you see I slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that's for
Need I say
Spend so much on clothes
fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while singing along
And know I was one while I was making this song
out some 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
have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you you remember me

I'm on gin, you on some gin
I'm slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you the wheel
We control
the top in that 69
Not 1, not old Chevelle
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper,
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 this shit that I did I probably remember tomorrow