Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen

I'm hey, wassup, hello
yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it now she it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be up watch how far them bands go
We selling dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 prob 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work that damn
Hit the strip we be letting bands go
Everybody hating we just call them fans
In love with the money I never letting go

And I get high my baby
I just the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeahh

And I get right my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeahh

I hit the strip with my trap
'Cause all we know is
I might just up a Rari
And buy my boo a
I might just snatch up a
Drop a couple on a
She want it for nothin'
I got her everything
Bitch you up on the
Ride with me where I go
Remy got extendo
Count up bands tho
I'll in your benz hoe
Fetty Wap I'm living thousand
K how I tho
If you checking for my I'm like

And I get with my baby
I left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby,

And I get right with my
I just left the mall I'm fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it now she it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far bands go
We just selling dope, talking lambos
Got 50 60 grams 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she that damn pole
Hit the strip we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we call them fans though
In love with the I ain't never letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll ya ho
boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy boyz are nuttin'