Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in door
I just wanna chill, got a 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, 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 work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

And I get with my baby
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
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 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

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we is bands
I just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, without dinero 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 for my pockets I'm like

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

"Hello."
Seen pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
to the money, introduced 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 them bands go
We set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I swear she it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love the money, I ain't 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, then I'll f*** 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 with my
I be in the cooking pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, now
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to