Luyện nghe bài hát Used To Know (Remix)

I guess that I don't need though
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
'bout you, amnesia
I moved on,
Pop your bottles, the toast
B-Both pockets, up
Nothin' but dead
You thought that I was save you
Tried to play but I you
V, D&G
Look at your which I made you
I'm cold hearted, no
My McLaren got no
Fast life, down
I'm made of fire, three
Panamera, new
Paint job,
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
Through with ya, now rocks
S1's in my top
10 bricks for wrist watch
It's bad, straight drop

What the
Whoo Kid, run that shit back
God

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

Go on take 'er, I need 'er
Kickin' back in my 2
I'm through ya, I don't remember
Nothin' 'bout you,
I on, adios
Pop your bottles, the toast
B-Both pockets, up
but dead 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
life, care down
I'm of fire, three wheelin'
Panamera, new
job, Caucasian
Two hoes, half
Two mo',
with ya, now kick rocks
S1's in my top
10 bricks for this wrist
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 have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then your number
I guess that I don't need though
Now you're somebody that I used to know

Money money man
I got DC's,
On both feet, Kai
life, screwed up
Steal for 100 meters
You rumors, tellin' 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 know how to treat a boss
I move pounds like Boston
Get high before I
Marc Jacobs on my
Gator heads on my
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 screens in my
I got a red hoe long weave
With Money Man on her

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

in love with him, blood sucka
Bleed his pockets, burn rubba
You can look, let him touch it
Think it all day - Mothafucka
Run over niggas, road
Need room to breathe like fishy
Get 'em new, once used
Give away, goodwill
High heels,
Got ass movin' in 3D
The riding kill everything's so
Gotta him for me like Rhi Rhi
frost, heart cold
Thawed out, heart
Convicts, tagged
and the beast, don't love hoes
That shit, I like it
Do anything for a
but my ice clean
And my feels, bon appetite
Devious, too
Future cost, whole
20 K in my
38 in my Vera

Consider this Evil thing as a threat