Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

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

Blood than water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the did bless you
look at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is special to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and their gassed
Even my momma asked I'mma 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 need you, I got me,
nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I ever 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' play me? I ought to your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the and after all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists with comments 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, y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, and droppin' 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 to stop this shit but spit like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common (TKO)

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've 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 babe (Dammit babe) JT this deja vu right?

All album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple and this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby and a messy bun
If I make her mine, her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, better I'm a reallionaire
skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, hands
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 why? Guy in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 and we magic baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, lights out, TKO, la!