Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Dolce crop top, my play down
Cline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you dressed down
Oh, me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi
my wrist up, flex and glow
Vamp me up, turn her
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, my crown
Banks, flame hot, style
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this 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 bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing 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 friends will at you now, now, now

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

2]
All them
All haters
All them
All them
All rolls and escalades
All roses
All them

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

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