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
her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be up, watch how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I swear she 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

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

Hit the strip with my trap queen all we know is bands
I might just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a
I just 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 though, count up hella them bands though
How far can your go?
Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my 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 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 with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in 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 trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, watch how them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

I be dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty s*** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then f*** your 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 ride my baby
I be in the cooking pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get high with my
I just left all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to