Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To My Ex's

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

Mister

misses independent ho
Looking for you like my life time on
a centerfold, every womans inner goal
To a nigga 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 digger
Met her at video shoot, go figure but she was bad in the flicker
See her looking got her see what's up wit her
to make a long story short dog couple days i'm sleeping the kitty 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 watch a ball
bought her everything she had if i recall
so couple months i her movein in
show money got me out of town
they got her trippin when i'm not
she was moveing tryin playin me bounds
seein pictures of her and niggas i hate to found
sad part was the bitch was trickin off the town
And i was too to see it sooner
knew bitch was kind of fishy like some old tuna
Took her clothes n 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 nothing but a has been i'm ashes to ashes

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

Oh, dear misses independent
Still searching like my time depended on
You're a centerfold every womans inner
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 swear my last was a bee a honeycomb
I thought we'd really last long
we were the to put the money on
damn in the it was fairytale
I'm talkin make believe caught in make believe
But that's until i started things
it was cool now she started wanted wedding
such a queen demanding all kinds of things
corrupted by a life she could only see the
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 me on blast like a bill boarder
I call her mama tryin to her,
Did you throw her out yeah kinda, sorta
She was mad so she a restraining order
to come and get a bag fill the trash house?
Swore to 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 never ends
Well the letter to my ex then
I she used to be my best friend
Now she's a memory back then
I know she probably that feeling
Big sprees and the mutha plane trips
She the last on my ex list hada nigga stressn
Damn.

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