Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I don't that though
Now you're just somebody that I to know
Go on 'er, I don't need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2
I'm with ya, I don't remember
Nothin' 'bout you,
I moved on,
Pop bottles, make the toast
B-Both pockets, up
but dead folks
You thought that I was gonna you
Tried to but I played you
V, D&G
Look at your wheat I made you
I'm cold hearted, no
My got no ceiling
Fast life, care
I'm of fire, three wheelin'
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now rocks
in my pick top
10 bricks for this wrist
It's over bad, drop

the fuck?
Heyo Whoo Kid, run shit back
God

I that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I to know

Go on 'er, I don't need 'er
Kickin' in my 2 seater
I'm through with ya, I remember
'bout you, amnesia
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, make the
B-Both pockets, up
Nothin' but folks
You thought I was gonna save you
Tried to but I played you
V, D&G
Look at your wheat I made you
I'm hearted, no feelings
My got no ceiling
life, care down
I'm made of fire, three
Panamera, new
job, Caucasian
Two hoes, Asian
Two mo',
Through ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my top
10 bricks for wrist watch
It's over bad, drop

But you have to cut me off
Make out like it happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so
No you have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and change your number
I that I don't need that though
Now just somebody that I used to know

Money money man
I got DC's,
On both feet, Kai
Livin' life, up
lanes for 100 meters
You spreadin' rumors, lies
But bullshit, I'm too fly
My heart cold, I don't
in it, p-paralyzed
You can 'er, I cut 'er off
She know how to treat a boss
I move pounds like Boston
Get before I record
Marc Jacobs on my
heads on my waist
Makin' more,
I the truck for that leg space
in on everything
Head first, for it
You playin' games, changin'
And I ain't got for it
Drop the top, I need head
Flat screens in my
I got a red hoe long weave
Money Man on her tattoos

But you have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we nothing
And I even need your love
But you treat me like a and that feels so rough
No you didn't to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change number
I guess that I need that though
Now you're somebody that I used to know

Ai-ain't in love with him, blood
Bleed his pockets, burn rubba
You can look, let him touch it
about it all day - Mothafucka
Run over niggas, kill
room to breathe like fishy gills
Get 'em new, they used
them away, goodwill
High heels,
Got ass movin' in 3D
The riding everything's so Breezy
fight him for me like Rhi Rhi
Black frost, cold
Thawed out, heart
Convicts, tagged
Beauty and the beast, love hoes
That shit, I don't it
Do anything for a
Ice-cream but my ice
And my cake feels, bon
Devious, too
Future cost, whole
20 K in my
38 in my Vera

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