Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I need that 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 don't
'bout you, amnesia
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, the toast
pockets, filled up
Nothin' but folks
You thought that I was gonna you
to play but I played you
V, D&G
Look at wheat which I made you
I'm cold hearted, no
My McLaren got no
Fast life, care
I'm made of fire, wheelin'
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 Whoo Kid, run that shit
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 ya, I don't remember
Nothin' you, amnesia
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, the toast
pockets, filled up
Nothin' but dead
You thought that I was save you
Tried to play but I you
V, D&G
Look at your wheat which I 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 with ya, now kick
in my pick top
10 bricks for this wrist
over bad, straight drop

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

Money money man
I got DC's,
On both feet, Kai
Livin' life, up
Steal for 100 meters
You rumors, tellin' lies
But bullshit, I'm too fly
My heart cold, I feel
Nothin' in it,
You can 'er, I cut 'er off
She a'int how to treat a boss
I move like Boston George
Get before I record
Marc on my face
Gator heads on my
more, B-O-T
I bought the truck for that leg
in on everything
Head first, for it
You playin' games, numbers
And I ain't got for it
the top, I need head room
Flat screens in my
I got a red hoe with long
Money Man on her tattoos

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 feels so rough
No you didn't have to so low
Have your collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need though
Now you're somebody that I used to know

Ai-ain't in love him, blood sucka
Bleed his pockets, then burn
You can look, never let him it
Think it all day - Mothafucka
Run over niggas, kill
Need room to breathe like gills
Get 'em new, once used
Give away, goodwill
heels, GG's
Got ass movin' in 3D
The riding everything's so Breezy
Gotta him for me like Rhi Rhi
Black frost, heart
Thawed out, froze
Convicts, toes
Beauty and the beast, don't love
That shit, I like it
Do anything for a
but my ice clean
And my cake feels, bon
Devious, too
cost, whole thang
20 K in my
38 in my Vera

this Evil Empire thing as a threat