Luyện nghe bài hát Fab

Sweetie I don't want your
If you're for applause, keep looking
recipe's boring,
Meed a little more in my cooking

Honey you want my problems
If you had 'em you would sink to the
You should your life jacket
Cause people like you can't this, no

Where were you I needed you?
Tell me, where were you when I needed

ass bitches
When they smile in face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
When eating all the food off your plate
And they do dishes
When they and they actions blur
And don't know different
No time for fake ass bitches

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money with lame ass friends
Go and jump on the bandwagon
With you fake ass

I down in the trenches,
you should know but you don't pay
You wouldn't know talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
You got with it,
I believed in your for a hot
as a friend in the moment
but you had to go ghost, leave me

Where were you when I needed
Tell me, where you when I needed you?

Fake ass
When they in your face,
But behind you it well wishes
When eating all the food off your plate
and they do dishes
When words and they actions blur
And they don't different
No time for fake ass bitches

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go and jump on the bandwagon
With you ass bitches

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch like the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come back I'm all the way gone
I got both fingers all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running mouth
And it don't match your
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the real
Put it down, had my since day one
Never hear 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

ass bitches
When they in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
When they eatifg all the off your plate
And they do dishes
they words and they actions blur
And they don't know
No time for these ass bitches

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go and jump on the bandwagon
you fake ass bitches

With bitch ass...
With your ass...