Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in that
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
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 just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

And 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 cooking pies with my baby, yeah, now
And I get high 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 cooking pies my baby

Hit the strip with my 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 couple on a
She ain't for nothin' because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, without can't go
Remy boys got the stamp though, up hella them bands though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you for my pockets I'm like

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

"Hello."
your pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
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 fast bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, a hundred grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
hating, we just 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
run in ya house, then 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 with my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get high with my
I left them 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


Got a sack for us to