Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it now she it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up how far them bands go
We just dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 prob 100 grams though
Man I I love her how she work that damn pole
Hit the club we be letting bands go
Everybody hating we just call fans though
In love the money I ain't never letting go

And I get with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, yeahh

And I get with my baby
I just left the mall I'm fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby,

I hit the strip with my queen
all we know is bands
I might just up a Rari
And buy my boo a
I might just snatch up a
Drop a couple on a
She ain't it for nothin'
Because I got her
Bitch you up on the
Ride me where I can't go
boys got extendo
Count up bands tho
I'll in your benz hoe
Fetty Wap I'm living thousand
K how I tho
If you checking for my I'm like

And I get high my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, yeahh

And I get right with my
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it now she it for low
She my trap let her hit the bando
We be counting up how far them bands go
We just selling dope, talking matching
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 though
Man I swear I love her how she work that pole
Hit the strip we be letting them bands go
hating we just call them fans though
In love with the money I never letting go

I be smoking and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then fuck ya ho
Remy boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy boyz are