Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo pretty ass as you came in the door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to it now she remix it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them go
We just dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work damn pole
Hit the strip we be letting bands go
hating we just call them fans though
In love with the money I ain't never go

And I get high with my
I just the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby,

And I get right my baby
I just the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, yeahh

I hit the with my trap queen
'Cause all we know is
I might just snatch up a
And buy my boo a
I might just up a necklace
Drop a couple on a
She ain't it for nothin'
Because I got her
Bitch you up on the
Ride me where I can't go
boys got extendo
Count up hella tho
I'll fuck in benz hoe
Fetty Wap I'm living thousand
K how I tho
If you for my pockets I'm like

And I get high my baby
I left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeahh

And I get right my baby
I just left the I'm getting fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby

I'm hey, wassup, hello
yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
Showed her how to it now she remix it for low
She my trap let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far bands go
We just selling dope, matching lambos
Got 50 60 prob 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work that damn
Hit the strip we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we just call them fans
In with the money I ain't never letting go

I be dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's
I'll run in ya house, then I'll ya ho
Remy boyz are nuttin' boyz are nuttin'