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
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next I know that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playing on phone
Girl, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and their gassed
my momma asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my on auto
I'll make sure that nobody him
Now up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same nigga to NYC, bitch
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
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 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, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he
He black, he like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that
that bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments the blogs about
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, gothic fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was to stop this shit 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, been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT like deja vu right?

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