Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass as you came in that door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

And I get with my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
And I get high my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby

Hit the strip my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her
And I'm up in the bando, without dinero go
Remy boys got the stamp though, count up them bands though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty K how I stand though
If you checking for my I'm like

Oh, I get high with my
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get with my baby
I just left all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I
Remy Boy, Fetty eating up that's fasho
run in ya house, then I'll f*** your hoe
Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy or...

Oh I get high my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get with my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can ride with my
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to