Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding all night
Girl, take in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I mind
You can tell by how I
my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm here for one night
And I'mma be memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're to me
I got cups full of that
Smoke anything that's to me
worry 'bout my boys
I need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get to you
have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to my memory
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used to you
have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
Make me you like you remember me

Old ass
past the class
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm cash
a fan of a player
I'm the man, a hater
And I only papers
That's how you them Taylors
Nigga
it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out without
Look, everything I got on I was for
Everything I got I done came for
All the shit that you see I done for
All the cars and the crib, yeah paid for
Need I say
so much money on clothes
Said a store, making my own
I that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was this song
Pour out shots
You're taking too
and I'm rich
And plus all of my friends on that and lemonade

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

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