Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be up, watch 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 with the money, I ain't ever letting go

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

Hit the strip with my queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, without dinero go
boys got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my I'm like

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

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in 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 trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, watch how fast them 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 damn
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call them though
In love with the money, I ever letting go

I be dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating s*** up fasho
run in ya house, then I'll f*** your hoe
Remy Boyz or nothing, 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 cooking pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get with my baby
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to