Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be up, watch how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, a hundred grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

And I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm getting fly my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
And I get with my baby
I just left all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can with my baby
I be in the cooking pies with my baby

Hit the strip with my trap queen all we know is bands
I might snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her
And I'm up in the bando, without dinero go
Remy boys got the stamp though, count up hella them though
How far can your go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty K how I stand though
If you for my pockets I'm like

Oh, I get with my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get with my baby
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I can with my baby
I be in the cooking pies with my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I she love it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods I roll
Boy, Fetty eating s*** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll your hoe
Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or...

Oh I get high my baby
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, now, now, now
And I get high with my
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, now


Got a for us to roll