Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

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

Blood than water, right
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is special 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 days ago, I was alone
Next I know that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playing on phone
Girl, what is that a
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, I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga to NYC, bitch
Got a record and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And all that achievement
Real nigga never even and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me,
You try to play me? I ought 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 after all of the whistle
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
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 lookin'
Bet you niggas wish you 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 blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The narcissists with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
Besides it I'd the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to 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 God forgive 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 all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and cuban's poking my chest out
They 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 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, even I'm a reallionaire
skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, you know about blowin' bands
on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my rung
I sold dope where I came from and so dope what I made from it
No lie, know Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't
she trap you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!