Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker than water,
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the did bless you
Damn at that body
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
like to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a song "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I seen the playing on your phone
Girl, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma asked what do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I load up on all
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his fixed
Now you try to play me,
You try to fuckin' play me? I to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with from the blogs about
Menages with the and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I don't understand it, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my out
They keep calling on King Push, beach chair, I'm stretched out
My is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's etched out
I known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a
Alaïa skirt, work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I came from and so dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like
She ain't know, we know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!