Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To My Ex's

uhh might not like me for this one
ha it got my pen n pad anyway...

Mister

misses independent ho
Looking for you like my life depending on
a centerfold, every womans inner goal
To meet a nigga and his long
Haters a to my ex ho, before i start kiss my ass.. EX O's
Ok Let's about a gold digger
Met her at video shoot, go figure but she was bad in the mood
See her got her number see what's up wit her
to make a long story short dog couple days i'm sleeping beating the walls
in love with it now we up in every mall
bought her first Louie bag she was so
not a scout but she love to a nigga ball
bought her everything she had if i recall
so couple i gotta her movein in
they show money got me out of
they got her trippin i'm not around
she was moveing tryin playin me outta
seein pictures of her and niggas i hate to found
sad part was the bitch was trickin off outta the
And i was too to see it sooner
knew this bitch was kind of like some old tuna
Took her n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda really seen her face then
She oficially on my shit
She pulled up on some shock
I'm talking bags in the trick
And that words on my sense
See you ain't but a has been i'm talking ashes to ashes

And a letter to my ex's
you nothing but a has been
oh was happy when the cash in
you try to play me like a band
but i ain't trippin your pussy kinda average
oh her ego bigger her ass is
Man i'm so glad you're the tense
I used to you with the passion
Sincerely yours.

Oh, misses independent hoes
Still searching like my life time on
You're a every womans inner gold
to meet the nigga and his money
If you ain't got it you can on
I'm talking like the Loiue bag
No matter swag or you new
I swear my last was a bee a honeycomb
I thought we'd woulda really last
we were the to put the money on
damn in the it was fairytale
I'm talkin believe love caught in make believe
But that's until i started things
it was cool now she started wanted rings
such a drama queen demanding all kinds of
corrupted by a life she could only see the
wanted so i can be there any means let her tell we were something, like a perect team
damn, had a cut it she was out of
try to pull me on blast like a bill
I her mama tryin to transport her,
Did you throw her out dog? yeah kinda,
She was mad so she file a order
just to come and get a bag the trash house?
to cops made me leave lily passed out
Hey but i end up moving in
Oh my mama with a set of twins

That's a whole lotto in
I guess the really never ends
Well here's the letter to my ex
I swear she used to be my best
Now she's a memory back then
I know she probably misses feeling
Big sprees and the mutha plane trips
She the last on my ex list lily hada stressn
Damn.

Somebody me what's love
your definition of love?
Is love buying one different gifts
up ..depending on the price tag
Is love?
i mean a nigga just looking for somebody genuine too ride for. i'm like fuck love
It don't' give a damn on me
Maybe relationships for me,
I its why im writing this