Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

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

Old ass
Lightyears past the
Hit it, don't have to
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
Niggas after fame, I'm cash
a fan of a player
I'm the man, you's a
And I only smoke
That's how you tell Taylors
listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my
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 paid for
I say more
Spend so much on clothes
fuck a store, making my own
I hope that rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making song
out some shots
You're too long
and I'm rich
And plus all of my on that Bombay and lemonade

to you
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 my memory
Make me remember you like you me
Bad bitch, I think I might 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 like you me

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