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 than water, right
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
look at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes to hide their behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass from a song called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's when I the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my on auto
I'll make that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a record and a college degree, bitch
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to play 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 the bell and after 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 Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The narcissists with comments from the blogs about
Menages the gossips 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 the shit
I'm the shit, not kinda sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from 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, been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

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