Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To My Ex's

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

Hood

Dear misses ho
Looking for you like my life time on
a centerfold, every womans inner goal
To meet a nigga and his long
Haters a letter to my ex ho, i start kiss my ass.. EX O's
Ok Let's talk 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
Fell in love it now we up in every mall
her first Louie bag she was so appaled
not a but she love to watch a nigga ball
her everything she had if i could recall
so couple i gotta her movein in
they show got me out of town
they got her trippin when i'm not
she was tryin playin me outta bounds
seein pictures of her and niggas because i to found
sad part was the was trickin off outta the town
And i was too blind to see it
knew this bitch was kind of fishy some old tuna
Took her clothes n threw em in old sewer you shoulda really seen her face then
She oficially on my list
She up on some shock shit
I'm bags in the Front trick
And words on my common sense
See you ain't nothing but a has i'm talking ashes to ashes

And here's a letter to my
you nothing but a has been
oh was only when the cash in
you try to play me like a band
but i ain't trippin 'cause your pussy average
oh her ego than her ass is
Man i'm so you're the pass tense
I used to love you the passion
Sincerely yours.

Oh, misses independent hoes
Still searching my life time depended on
You're a every womans inner gold
to meet the nigga and his money
If you got it you can carry on
I'm talking like the bag homes
No matter or you new calogne
I my last was a bee like 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 make believe love in make believe
But that's until i started buyin
it was cool now she started wanted rings
such a drama queen demanding all kinds of
corrupted by a life she could see the green
wanted kids so i can be there any means let her tell we were something, like a team
damn, had a cut it she was out of
try to pull me on blast like a bill
I call her tryin to transport her,
Did you throw her out dog? kinda, sorta
She was mad so she file a order
just to come and get a bag fill the house?
to cops made me leave lily passed out
Hey but i end up back in
Oh my mama prego with a set of

That's a lotto settle in
I guess the story never ends
Well the letter to my ex then
I swear she used to be my best
Now she's a from back then
I she probably misses that feeling
Big sprees and the mutha fuckin trips
She the last on my ex list lily nigga stressn
Damn.

Somebody me what's love
your definition of love?
Is love buying one another different
up ..depending on the price tag
Is love?
i mean a nigga looking for somebody genuine too ride for. i'm feeling like fuck love
It give a damn on me anyway
relationships aint for me,
I its why im writing this