Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? 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, 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, watch how 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 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

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

Hit the strip with my trap 'cause all we know is bands
I might just a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a
She ain't wanting for because I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, without can't go
Remy got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
How far can your go?
Fetty Wap I'm fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my I'm like

Oh, I get high my baby
I just left them all, I'm getting fly my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
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 cooking with my baby like,

"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, introduced her to my
Showed her how to whip it, now she 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 hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love with the money, I ain't ever go

I be dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating 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 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 my baby
I left 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


Got a sack for us to