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

Dear independent ho
for you like my life time depending on
You're a centerfold, womans inner goal
To meet a nigga and his long
Haters a letter to my ex ho, before i start my ass.. EX O's
Ok Let's talk about a 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 story short dog couple days i'm sleeping beating the kitty walls
Fell in love it now we up in every mall
bought her first Louie bag she was so
not a but she love to watch a nigga ball
bought her she had if i could recall
so couple i gotta her movein in
they money got me out of town
got her trippin when i'm not around
she was moveing tryin me outta bounds
seein pictures of her and niggas because i to found
sad part was the bitch was off outta the town
And i was too blind to see it
knew this bitch was kind of fishy like old tuna
Took her clothes n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda really her face then
She oficially on my shit
She up on some shock shit
I'm talking bags in the trick
And that on my common sense
See you ain't nothing but a has i'm talking ashes to ashes

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

Oh, dear misses hoes
Still like my life time depended on
a centerfold 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 woulda really last long
we were the ones to put the on
in the begining it was fairytale
I'm talkin make believe love in make believe
But until i started buyin things
it was cool now she started wedding rings
such a drama queen all kinds of things
corrupted by a life she could see the green
wanted kids so i can be there any means let her we were something, like a perect team
damn, had a cut it she was out of
try to pull me on blast a bill boarder
I call her mama tryin to her,
Did you throw her out dog? yeah kinda,
She was mad so she a restraining order
just to and get a bag fill the trash house?
to cops made me leave lily passed out
Hey but i end up moving in
Oh my prego with a set of twins

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

Somebody tell me what's
What's your 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' a damn on me anyway
Maybe aint for me,
I guess its why im this