Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Dolce top, my play close down
Cline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji out
All females fledge to bambi
Light my up, flex and glow
Vamp me up, her down
Amp me up, sugar, like mm-ow
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, so supplethe ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the king go
Bust bitch bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, style
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
If she know, the bitch know now
the one, miss, the cunt is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch styles
Did that first, but bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch now
If she ain't know, the bitch now

1]
Boy (boy) fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your will laugh at you now, now, now

2]
In that, you been did that, you with that, you been-been that, bitch
But they all forget you when I spin this
Better dance for and get your skin wet, bitch
It's the champ, miss it ,so young pimp
Making plans to get your bammers dick
If she ain't legit you send that witch
If the is rich, you better spend that chip
Better quit envy, get that, get that benji,
Bitch, you know you never looking princey
Pretty princey, pretty princey
Bitches come and look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you get it maybe
But bitches always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but bitches can't breathe

2]
All them
All them
All them
All players
All rolls and escalades
All them
All flavors

Gonna sip sip, and hit that dip
little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist hip, and lick that lip
Damn, ya man when she look like this
The men that rich, the rich rich
Hands on the gram, get that grip
If you built like this, you like this
Dance it, dance for me

Oh, yo yo yo, these bum ass with these raggedy ass shoes
I see you, bitch. With your Pell Grant refund, I see you out of NYU
Spitting that check, getting fly rainbows and shit
Tryna' come out of 21 stunting on me
Don't want to see none of whole foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get some of that kombucha drink,
Let me get some...shit. I want some. I want
You it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotlefuck outta here!
Fuck here. So what, you know where the ?? spot at. You still aren't a rap bitch
And you tryna' stunt on me. Yeah, you out the hood. And yeah yeah yeah, so
You out the now, I feel you. I feel you
They got government grants and shit like that that get you outta
Equal opportunity education programs and shit that got you outta streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some shit political science
And you tryna' do your on the side. And you downtown in these clubs
And you all lat and you having a good time. But when I see you, bitch, light me up
You know it's me! Light me up. know what im saying, When I ask you, just me up
You know me. Don't now. Don't front now
Oh, Naw, I don't smoke blunts no more. I don't no blunts no more. Bamboo now.
You got on some boys, I feel you! And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you don't Henny white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, bitch, okay