Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass as you came 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 countin' up, watch how fast bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' 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 just them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting 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 pies with my baby, yeah, now
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 cooking pies with my baby

Hit the strip with my queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might just a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She wanting for nothin' 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 your go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand
If you checking for my pockets I'm

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 cooking with my baby, yeah, now
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 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
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 just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, a hundred grams though
Man, I swear she it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ever letting go

I be dope 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 or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or...

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


Got a for us to roll