Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

I don't understand it, me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker water, right
Fuck bitches, all alike
Stand up nigga, not the falling
blacker than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at body
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's when I seen the shit on your phone
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their gassed
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real nigga even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' me? I ought to knock your ass out

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

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you niggas wish you hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that he spits, fuck that bitch
that bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit I forgot some shit (TKO)
the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I don't it, tell 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 the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like vu right?

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