Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
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, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just them fans though
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

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

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is
I might snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a
She ain't wanting for nothin' I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp though, count up hella bands though
How far can your go?
Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you for my pockets I'm like

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

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in door
I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to it, now she remixing for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how fast them go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin'
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them though
In love with the money, I ain't letting go

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

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


Got a sack for us to