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 wanna chill, got a for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, how fast them 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 ain't letting go

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

Hit the strip with my queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might just snatch a and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp though, count up them bands though
How far can your go?
Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my I'm like

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

"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, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, a hundred 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 call fans though
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

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

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