Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
crop top, my play close down
Those wedges are way downtown
dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, me, fella, the banji gets out
All females to bambi style
Light my wrist up, and glow
me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's 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 your bitch bubble, where's my
Banks, hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
If she ain't know, the know now
It's the one, miss, the is out
Flip the scripts, so bitch hoax styles
Did that first, but your know now
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
If she ain't know, the know now
If she ain't know, the know now

1]
Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too on her
Boy (boy), your will laugh at you now, now, now

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

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

Gonna sip that sip, and hit dip
Damn little bam, you a bad bitch
When I twist hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man she look like this
The men that rich, the that rich
Hands on the gram, better get grip
If you built like this, you built like
with 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 refund check, getting fly rainbows and
Tryna' out of Forever 21 stunting on me
Don't want to see none of your foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get some of kombucha drink, bitch
Let me get some...shit. I want some. I want
You it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotlefuck outta here!
Fuck outta here. So what, you know where the ?? spot at. You 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 grants and shit like that that get you outta here
Equal education programs and shit that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying shit about political science
And you tryna' do your on the side. And you downtown in these clubs
And you all lat and you a good time. But when I see you, bitch, just 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. front now. Don't front now
Oh, Naw, I don't smoke blunts no more. I smoke 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 drink Henny white wine. Wahahahah. wine, bitch, okay