Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I don't need that
Now just somebody that I used to know
Go on take 'er, I need 'er
Kickin' in my 2 seater
I'm with ya, I don't remember
Nothin' 'bout you,
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, the toast
pockets, filled up
Nothin' but dead
You thought I was gonna save you
to play but I played you
V, D&G
Look at your wheat I made you
I'm cold hearted, no
My McLaren got no
life, care down
I'm made of fire, wheelin'
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now kick
in my pick top
10 bricks for this wrist
over bad, straight drop

What the
Heyo Whoo Kid, run that back
God

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

Go on take 'er, I need 'er
back in my 2 seater
I'm through ya, I don't remember
Nothin' 'bout you,
I on, adios
Pop bottles, make the toast
B-Both pockets, up
Nothin' but folks
You thought that I was save you
Tried to play but I you
V, D&G
Look at your wheat I made you
I'm hearted, no feelings
My got no ceiling
Fast life, care
I'm of fire, three wheelin'
Panamera, new
job, Caucasian
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
with ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my top
10 for this wrist watch
It's bad, straight drop

But you have to cut me off
Make out like it never and that we were nothing
And I don't need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that so rough
No you didn't have to so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your
I guess that I don't need that
Now you're just somebody that I used to

Money money man
I got DC's,
On feet, Kai Peters
Livin' life, up
lanes for 100 meters
You spreadin' rumors, lies
But bullshit, I'm too fly
My heart cold, I don't
Nothin' in it,
You can 'er, I cut 'er off
She a'int how to treat a boss
I move pounds like Boston
Get high I record
Jacobs on my face
Gator heads on my
Makin' more,
I bought the truck for leg space
in on everything
Head first, for it
You playin' games, numbers
And I ain't got for it
Drop the top, I head room
Flat screens in my
I got a red hoe with long
With Money Man on her

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

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

Consider this Empire thing as a threat