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 sack for us to
Married to the money, introduced her to my
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, watch how them bands go
We just set a goal, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love with the money, I ain't ever go

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

Hit the with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might just a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a
She ain't 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 fifty thousand K how I though
If you checking for my pockets I'm

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

"Hello."
Seen your ass soon as you came in that door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ever letting go

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

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