Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

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

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

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, 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 devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he
He black, he don't like blacks, that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that
Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments from the blogs
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common (TKO)

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging the bell and after all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like vu right?

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