Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to
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, make the
pockets, filled up
Nothin' but folks
You that I was gonna save you
to play but I played you
V, D&G
Look at your which I made you
I'm cold hearted, no
My McLaren got no
Fast life, care
I'm made of fire, three
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, Asian
Two mo',
Through with ya, now kick
S1's in my top
10 bricks for this wrist
It's over bad, drop

the fuck?
Heyo Kid, run that shit back
God

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

Go on take 'er, I need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2
I'm through with ya, I remember
Nothin' 'bout you,
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, the toast
B-Both pockets, up
but dead folks
You thought I was gonna save you
to play but I played you
V, D&G
Look at wheat which I made you
I'm hearted, no feelings
My McLaren got no
Fast life, down
I'm made of fire, wheelin'
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
with ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my top
10 bricks for this watch
over bad, straight drop

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 your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that
Now you're just that I used to know

Money money man
I got DC's,
On feet, Kai Peters
life, screwed up
Steal lanes for 100
You rumors, tellin' lies
But bullshit, I'm too fly
My cold, I don't feel
Nothin' in it,
You can 'er, I cut 'er off
She a'int know how to a boss
I move pounds Boston George
Get high I record
Jacobs on my face
Gator on my waist
Makin' more,
I bought the for that leg space
in on everything
Head first, for it
You playin' games, numbers
And I ain't got for it
Drop the top, I need room
Flat in my bathroom
I got a red hoe with long
With Money Man on her

But you didn't to cut me off
Make out 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 didn't to stoop so low
Have your friends collect records and then change your number
I guess I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody I used to know

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

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