Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
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' matchin'
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I she love it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we call them fans though
In love with the money, I ever letting go

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

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

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

"Hello."
Seen pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be up, watch how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I she love it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
Everybody hating, we just call them though
In love with the money, I ever letting go

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

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


Got a sack for us to