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...

Hood

Dear misses ho
for you like my life time depending on
You're a centerfold, every womans inner
To meet a and his money long
a letter to my ex ho, before i start kiss my ass.. EX O's
Ok Let's talk about a gold
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 beating the kitty walls
Fell in love with it now we up in mall
bought her first bag she was so appaled
not a scout but she to watch a nigga ball
bought her everything she had if i recall
so couple months i gotta her in
they show money got me out of
they got her when i'm not around
she was moveing tryin me outta bounds
seein pictures of her and niggas i hate to found
sad was the bitch was trickin off outta the town
And i was too to see it sooner
knew this bitch was kind of like some old tuna
Took her clothes n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda really seen her face
She on my shit list
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 been i'm talking to ashes

And here's a to my ex's
you aint' nothing but a has
oh was only when the cash in
you try to play me like a bitch
but i ain't trippin your pussy kinda average
oh her ego bigger her ass is
Man i'm so you're the pass tense
I used to love you the passion
yours. Bitches

Oh, dear misses hoes
Still searching like my time depended on
You're a centerfold every inner gold
to meet the and his money long
If you ain't got it you can on
I'm talking like the Loiue bag
No swag or you new calogne
I my last was a bee like a honeycomb
I thought we'd woulda really last
we the ones to put the money on
damn in the begining it was
I'm talkin make believe caught in make believe
But that's until i started things
it was now she started wanted wedding rings
such a queen demanding all kinds of things
corrupted by a life she only 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 boarder
I call her mama to transport her,
Did you throw her out dog? yeah kinda,
She was mad so she file a 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 mama prego with a set of

That's a whole lotto in
I guess the story really never
Well here's the to my ex then
I swear she used to be my best
Now she's a memory from then
I know she misses that feeling
Big sprees and the fuckin plane trips
She the last on my ex list lily nigga stressn
Damn.

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