Luyện nghe bài hát Van Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, thing go pow
crop top, my play close down
Those Cline wedges are way
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed
Oh, it's me, fella, the gets out
All females to bambi style
Light my wrist up, and glow
Vamp me up, her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's mm-ow
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, so supplethe ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the king go
Bust your bitch bubble, where's my
Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel
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
Flip the scripts, so your bitch styles
Did that first, but your 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 yourself too on her
Boy (boy), your 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
Better dance for this and get skin wet, bitch
It's the champ, miss it ,so cinammon pimp
Making plans to get your little bammers
If she ain't you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better that chip
Better that envy, get that, get that benji,
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty
Pretty princey, pretty pretty
Bitches wanna and look at pretty AB
AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, bam, you could get it maybe
But these bitches always fronting like in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these bitches can't

2]
All hoes
All them
All them
All players
All them rolls and
All them
All flavors

Gonna sip that sip, and hit dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad
When I twist that hip, and that lip
Damn, where ya man she look 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 with it, for me

Oh, yo yo yo, these bum ass bitches with these raggedy ass
I see you, bitch. With your Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and
Tryna' come out of 21 stunting on me
Don't want to see none of your whole 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 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 yeah, so
You out the hood now, I you. I feel you
They got government grants and shit like that that get you here
Equal opportunity education and shit that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, some shit about political science
And you tryna' do your shit on the side. And you downtown in these
And you all lat and you having a good time. But when I see you, bitch, just me up
You it's me! Light me up. know what im saying, When I ask you, just light me up
You know me. front 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 boys, I feel you! And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
We don't Henney no more? Oh, nah, you don't drink Henny white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, bitch, okay