Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Dolce top, my play close down
Those Cline wedges are way
Best up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to style
Light my wrist up, flex and
me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supplethe ass so
Trust, there's no trouble, the go down
Bust your bitch bubble, my crown
Banks, hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
If she ain't know, the know now
the one, miss, the cunt 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 know, the bitch know now
If she ain't know, the bitch now

1]
Boy (boy) don't fill too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will 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 I spin this shit
Better dance for and get your skin wet, bitch
It's the champ, miss it ,so cinammon pimp
plans to get your little bammers dick
If she legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better that chip
Better quit that envy, get that, get benji,
Bitch, you know you never looking princey
Pretty princey, pretty princey
Bitches wanna come and look at 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 bitches can't breathe

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

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

Oh, yo yo yo, these bum ass bitches with raggedy ass shoes
I see you, bitch. With Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting refund check, getting fly rainbows and shit
Tryna' come out of 21 stunting on me
Don't want to see none of your foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get some of that kombucha drink,
Let me get some...shit. I some. I want some
You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in outta here!
Fuck outta here. So what, you know 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 you. I feel you
They got government grants and shit like that that get you outta
Equal opportunity education programs and shit that got you these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some shit about science
And you tryna' do your shit on the side. And you downtown in 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! 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 smoke blunts no more. I don't smoke no no more. Bamboo now.
You got on some white boys, I feel you! And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come
We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you don't drink Henny white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, bitch,