Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood than water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, cause you is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to their behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I found shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tune got
That's when I seen the shit playing on phone
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree,
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth
Now you try to play me,
You try to play me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin'
Bet you wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the
I'm the shit, not just sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin'
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this but spit like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, my common sense (TKO)

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the blows
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu

All this album of the year talk, niggas they're the best out
I hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby and a messy bun
If I her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like
Fuck you know the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I from and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, know Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic like showtime
She ain't know, we know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!