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
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, watch how them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love with the money, I ain't ever go

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

Hit the strip with my queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might just snatch a and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just 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, dinero can't 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 for my pockets I'm like

Oh, 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 kitchen cooking with 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 with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you in that door
I wanna 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 countin' up, watch how them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the 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

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

Oh I get high my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can with 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 cooking with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to