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 wanna chill, got a for us to roll
to the money, introduced 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, watch how them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I she love it how she work the damn pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
hating, we just call them fans though
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

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

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

Oh, 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 cooking pies with my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get high 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 cooking pies my baby like,

"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 whip it, now she 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 grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she the damn pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

I be smoking and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, eating s*** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then f*** your hoe
Remy 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 my baby
I be in the kitchen 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