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

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

Hit the with my trap queen 'cause 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 on a ring
She wanting for nothin' 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 bands though
How far can bands go?
Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my I'm like

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

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you in that door
I just wanna chill, got a 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, how fast them 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 pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
hating, we just call them fans though
In love 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, I'll f*** your hoe
Remy Boyz or nothing, Boyz or...

Oh 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 kitchen cooking 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 with my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now


Got a for us to roll