Luyện nghe bài hát TKO Remix

I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (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 Prada but I doubt it cause the did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I found that a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a song "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune 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
and their momma gassed
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss him
Now up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to play me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame lookin' devastated
Bet you wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he
Fuck that shit he raps, that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped 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 my shit
it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' 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 shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit I forgot 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, been swinging 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)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, beach chair, I'm stretched out
My is my name, bitch, until 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'
of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, hands
A1 since day 1, I sold and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from and 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 ain't know, we ain't know, try to her but she ain't slow
Once she you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!