Luyện nghe bài hát Remember You

She's about to some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in you wanna do
Even if that means a new man night inside of you
Baby, I don't
You can by how I roll
Cause my clique and my cup cold
My slurred cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat my last show
And TG and I'm XO
I'm only for one night
And be your memory
Sing it in my ears, so I can what you're saying to me
I got cups full of Rose
anything that's passed to me
Don't 'bout my boys
I won't 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 earn my
Make me you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl I I might get used 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 remember you like you me

Old ass
Lightyears the class
Hit it, have to pass
Nigga, we the new
Niggas after fame, I just had to
after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan of a
I'm the man, a hater
And I only papers
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 done for
All the shit that you see I done for
All the cars and the crib, that's paid for
I say more
Spend so much money on
fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was this 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, I think 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
me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, I think I might get used to you
I'mma have to take your number when I'm through you
All I ask of you is try to earn my
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
the top in that 69
Not Motor 1, not old
Can't say like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper,
I to call this shit old news
It means haters our old moves
Popping cause we made it
Pack in the Phantom, we
All of this shit that I did I won't remember tomorrow