Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? 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 it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, watch how fast them 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 strip club, we be bands go
hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

And 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 kitchen pies 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 strip with my trap queen 'cause all we is bands
I might just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' I got her everything
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 checking for my I'm like

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

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you in that door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, watch how fast them go
We just set a goal, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, a hundred grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't ever go

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

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


Got a sack for us to