Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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