Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play down
Those Cline wedges are way
Best dressed up, better, you dressed down
Oh, me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi
Light my up, flex and glow
me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, so supplethe ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the go down
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 ain't know, the know now
It's the one, miss, the is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch hoax
Did first, but your bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch now
If she ain't know, the know now

1]
Boy (boy) don't fill 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 this and get your skin wet,
It's the champ, it ,so cinammon young pimp
Making plans to get little bammers dick
If she ain't legit you better that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend chip
Better quit envy, get that, get that benji,
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty
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 these bitches can't

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

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

Oh, yo yo yo, bum ass bitches with these raggedy ass shoes
I see you, bitch. With your Pell refund, I see you coming out of NYU
that refund check, getting fly rainbows and shit
Tryna' out of Forever 21 stunting on me
Don't to see none of your whole foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get of that kombucha drink, bitch
Let me get some...shit. I some. I want some
You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotlefuck here!
Fuck outta here. So what, you 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 hood now, I feel you. I you
They got government grants and shit like that that get you here
Equal opportunity programs and shit that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some shit about political
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 I see you, bitch, just light me up
You it's me! Light me up. know what im saying, When I ask you, just light me up
You know me. Don't front now. Don't now
Oh, Naw, I don't blunts no more. I don't smoke no blunts no more. Bamboo now.
You got on white 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