Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I don't that though
Now just somebody that I used to know
Go on take 'er, I need 'er
back in my 2 seater
I'm with ya, I don't remember
Nothin' you, amnesia
I on, adios
Pop your bottles, make the
B-Both pockets, up
Nothin' but dead
You that I was gonna save you
Tried to play but I you
V, D&G
Look at wheat which I made you
I'm cold hearted, no
My got no ceiling
Fast life, care
I'm made of fire, wheelin'
Panamera, new
job, Caucasian
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my top
10 bricks for this wrist
over bad, straight drop

What the
Whoo Kid, run that shit back
God

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

Go on take 'er, I don't 'er
Kickin' back in my 2
I'm through with ya, I remember
Nothin' you, amnesia
I on, adios
Pop bottles, make 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 your wheat which I you
I'm hearted, no feelings
My McLaren got no
Fast life, care
I'm made of fire, wheelin'
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now rocks
in my pick top
10 bricks for this watch
over bad, straight drop

But you didn't to cut me off
Make out like it happened and that we were nothing
And I don't need your love
But you treat me a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't to stoop so low
your friends collect 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 both feet, Kai
Livin' life, up
lanes for 100 meters
You spreadin' rumors, lies
But bullshit, I'm too fly
My cold, I don't feel
in it, p-paralyzed
You can 'er, I cut 'er off
She a'int know how to a boss
I move like Boston George
Get high I record
Marc on my face
Gator heads on my
more, B-O-T
I bought the truck for leg space
in on everything
Head first, for it
You playin' games, numbers
And I got time for it
Drop the top, I need room
screens in my bathroom
I got a red hoe with weave
Money Man on her tattoos

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

Ai-ain't in with him, blood sucka
his pockets, then 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, once used
Give away, goodwill
High heels,
Got ass movin' in 3D
The riding kill so Breezy
Gotta him for me like Rhi Rhi
Black frost, heart
Thawed out, froze
Convicts, tagged
Beauty and the beast, don't hoes
That shit, I like it
Do for a Klondike
but my ice clean
And my feels, bon appetite
Devious, too
Future cost, whole
20 K in my
38 in my Wang

this Evil Empire thing as a threat