Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

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

And I get with my baby
I just left 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 cooking pies with my baby

Hit the strip with my trap queen all we know is bands
I might snatch a ferrari 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 can't go
Remy boys got the stamp though, count up hella them 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 with my
I just 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 high my baby
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you in that door
I wanna 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 up, watch how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, a hundred 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 fans though
In love the money, I ain't ever letting go

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

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


Got a for us to roll