Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I don't that though
Now you're somebody that I used to know
Go on take 'er, I don't 'er
Kickin' in my 2 seater
I'm with ya, I don't remember
'bout you, amnesia
I on, adios
Pop bottles, make the toast
B-Both pockets, up
Nothin' but folks
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 got no ceiling
life, care down
I'm made of fire, three
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, Asian
Two mo',
Through with ya, now rocks
S1's in my top
10 bricks for wrist watch
It's over bad, drop

the fuck?
Heyo Whoo Kid, run shit back
God

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

Go on 'er, I don't need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2
I'm through with ya, I don't
Nothin' you, amnesia
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, the toast
pockets, filled 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 McLaren got no
Fast life, down
I'm of fire, three wheelin'
Panamera, new
job, Caucasian
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now kick
in my pick top
10 for this wrist watch
over bad, straight drop

But you didn't to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were
And I don't even need your
But you treat me like a and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to so low
Have your friends your records and then change your number
I guess 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
life, screwed up
Steal lanes for 100
You spreadin' rumors, tellin'
But bullshit, I'm too fly
My heart cold, I feel
in it, p-paralyzed
You can 'er, I cut 'er off
She a'int how to treat a boss
I move pounds Boston George
Get high before I
Marc Jacobs on my
heads on my waist
Makin' more,
I bought the truck for that leg
Goin' in on
first, divin' for it
You playin' games, numbers
And I ain't got for it
the top, I need head room
Flat in my bathroom
I got a red hoe with long
Money Man on her tattoos

But you didn't to cut me off
out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and feels so rough
No you have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect records and then change your number
I guess that I need that though
Now you're just 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
Think about it all day -
Run over niggas, kill
room to breathe like fishy gills
Get 'em new, once used
Give away, goodwill
heels, GG's
Got that ass in 3D
The riding kill so Breezy
fight him for me like Rhi Rhi
Black frost, cold
Thawed out, heart
Convicts, toes
Beauty and the beast, don't hoes
That shit, I like it
Do anything for a
but my ice clean
And my feels, bon appetite
Devious, too
cost, whole thang
20 K in my
38 in my Wang

Consider Evil Empire thing as a threat