Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play down
Those wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed
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, like mm-ow
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the go down
Bust your bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, style
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch now
It's the one, miss, the is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch 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) don't fill too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends 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 this and get your wet, bitch
It's the champ, miss it ,so young pimp
Making plans to get your little bammers
If she ain't you better send that witch
If the is rich, you better spend that chip
quit that envy, get that, get that benji,
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty
princey, pretty pretty princey
Bitches wanna and look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it
But these always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these can't breathe

2]
All them
All them
All them
All players
All them rolls and
All roses
All them

Gonna sip that sip, and hit dip
Damn little bam, you a bad bitch
When I that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man when she look like
The men that rich, the rich rich
Hands on the gram, better get that
If you built like this, you 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 Pell refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting that check, getting fly rainbows and shit
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 some
You it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotlefuck outta here!
outta 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, so what
You out the hood now, I feel you. I 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 shit about political science
And you do your shit 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 it's me! Light me up. know what im saying, When I ask you, just light me up
You know me. Don't now. Don't front now
Oh, Naw, I don't smoke blunts no more. I don't smoke no blunts no more. now.
You got on some white boys, I feel you! And now you 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