Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

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

Blood thicker 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 wear Prada but I doubt it the Lord did bless you
Damn at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to their behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
thing I know that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
and their momma gassed
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I up on all ammunition
If a want problems, my trigger's on auto
make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a record and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And after all achievement
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me,
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
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, through my chest, hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (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, fuck that shit, he
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous 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 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' 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 like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I 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 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 babe (Dammit babe) JT this deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's 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 it's out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on 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 the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my rung
I sold dope where I from and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
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, lights out, TKO, la!