Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I need that though
Now just somebody that I used to know
Go on 'er, I don't need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2
I'm through with ya, I don't
'bout you, amnesia
I on, adios
Pop your bottles, make the
B-Both pockets, up
Nothin' but folks
You thought that I was gonna you
Tried to play but I you
V, D&G
Look at your wheat I made you
I'm hearted, no feelings
My McLaren got no
life, care down
I'm made of fire, three
Panamera, new
job, Caucasian
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now kick
S1's in my top
10 bricks for wrist watch
It's bad, straight drop

What the
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 ya, I don't remember
Nothin' you, amnesia
I on, adios
Pop bottles, make 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
life, care down
I'm made of fire, three
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now kick
S1's in my top
10 bricks for this wrist
over bad, straight drop

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

Money money man
I got DC's,
On feet, Kai Peters
life, screwed up
Steal lanes for 100
You spreadin' rumors, lies
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 know how to treat a
I move pounds like Boston
Get high I record
Marc Jacobs on my
Gator on my waist
more, B-O-T
I bought the truck for leg space
Goin' in on
Head first, for it
You playin' games, changin'
And I got time for it
Drop the top, I head room
Flat screens in my
I got a red hoe long weave
With Man on her tattoos

But you have to cut me off
Make out like it happened and that we were nothing
And I even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so
No you didn't to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then your number
I guess that I don't need that
Now you're just that I used to know

Ai-ain't in love with him, sucka
Bleed his pockets, then burn
You can look, let him touch it
Think it all day - Mothafucka
Run over niggas, road
Need room to like fishy gills
Get 'em new, they used
them away, goodwill
High heels,
Got that ass in 3D
The kill everything's so Breezy
Gotta fight him for me Rhi Rhi
Black frost, cold
Thawed out, heart
Convicts, tagged
Beauty and the beast, love hoes
That shit, I don't it
Do anything for a
but my ice clean
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