Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, yo yo yo, these bum ass bitches these raggedy ass shoes
I see you, bitch. With your 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 of your whole foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get some of that 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 still aren't a rap
And you tryna' on me. Yeah, you out the hood. And yeah yeah yeah, so what
You out the hood now, I you. I feel you
They got government grants and like that that get you outta here
opportunity education 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 political science
And you tryna' do your shit on the side. And you in these clubs
And you all lat and you having a good time. But I see you, bitch, just light me up
You know it's me! Light me up. know im saying, When I ask you, just light me up
You me. Don't front now. Don't front now
Oh, Naw, I don't 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 light me up when you see me come through
We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you don't drink Henny wine. Wahahahah. White wine, bitch, okay