Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Remix)

[Intro: Wap]
Remy Boyz,

[Bridge: Wap]
I'm like "hey, up, hello"
Seen yo ass soon as you came in that door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, how far them bands go
We just set a goal, matchin' Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams
Man, I swear I love her how she the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never go

x2: Fetty Wap]
And I get high with my
I left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies my baby, yeeaahhh

[Verse:
I'm "hey, what's up, hello"
I met you in the whippin' in a bando
And Imma you to cook a baby
And when you cook that baby, buy you a Mercedes
Look at the on her
Oh, I ride on her
And we in a coupe goin'
Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway
She the trap queen, she it
I'm the trap king, I bring the
You a pussy, so I took bag
If you get money with your say "yeaaahhh"