Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's to earn some bragging rights
I'm to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, pride in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I don't
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique hard and my cup
My tongue slurred cause I'm so
And I'm wiping sweat from my show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one
And I'mma be your
it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got full of that Rose
anything that's passed to me
Don't worry my boys
I won't it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you you remember me

Old ass
Lightyears the class
Hit it, don't have to
Nigga, we the new
after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, a hater
And I only papers
how you tell them Taylors
Nigga
Break it down, rolling weed on the of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out without
Look, I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I came for
All the shit that you see I done for
All the cars and the crib, yeah that's for
I say more
Spend so money on clothes
fuck a store, making my own
I hope you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was one while I was making this song
out some shots
You're too long
and I'm rich
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and

to you
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
I'mma have to take number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me remember you you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I think I get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm through you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me you like you remember me

I'm on some gin, you on gin
I'm slow, I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you the wheel
We lose
Drop the top in 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper,
I like to call this old news
It means haters our old moves
Popping cause we made it
Pack in the Phantom, we
All of shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow