Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

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

Blood thicker water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
Stand up nigga, not the 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
look at that body
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found that shit a days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and momma gassed
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I load up on all
If a want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss him
Now pack up shit, you don't believe in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
Same moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree,
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga never 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 understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

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

I don't understand it, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been after 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)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin'
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
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 baby like showtime
She know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!