Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass 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 trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

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

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is
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
boys got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my I'm like

Oh, I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I can ride with my
I be in the cooking pies with my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get high with my
I just left all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my
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, 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, watch how fast them go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, a hundred grams though
Man, I swear she it how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

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

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