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 dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the gets out
All females fledge to bambi
Light my wrist up, flex and
Vamp me up, her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's mm-ow
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supplethe ass so
Trust, no trouble, the king go down
Bust bitch bubble, where's my crown
Banks, hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
If she ain't know, the know now
It's the one, miss, the is out
the scripts, so your bitch hoax styles
Did first, but your bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this go pow
If she ain't know, the know now
If she ain't know, the know now

1]
Boy (boy) fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your will laugh at you now, now, now

2]
In that, you been did that, you been with that, you that, bitch
But they all forget you I spin this shit
Better dance for this and get your wet, bitch
It's the champ, miss it ,so young pimp
plans to get your little bammers dick
If she ain't legit you send that witch
If the mens is rich, you spend that chip
Better quit that envy, get that, get benji,
Bitch, you know you looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty princey
Bitches wanna 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 breathe

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

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

Oh, yo yo yo, these bum ass bitches with these ass shoes
I see you, bitch. With your Pell Grant refund, I see you out of NYU
Spitting that refund check, getting fly and shit
Tryna' come out of 21 stunting on me
want to see none of your whole foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get some of that kombucha drink,
Let me get some...shit. I want some. I want
You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotlefuck here!
Fuck outta here. So what, you know where the ?? 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 get you outta here
Equal education programs and shit that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some shit about political science
And you tryna' do 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 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 don't smoke 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