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...

Hood

Dear misses ho
Looking for you like my life time on
You're a centerfold, womans inner goal
To meet a nigga and his money
Haters a letter to my ex ho, 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 mood
See her looking got her number see up wit her
to make a long story dog couple days i'm sleeping beating the kitty walls
Fell in love with it now we up in mall
bought her Louie bag she was so appaled
not a scout but she love to watch a ball
bought her everything she had if i recall
so couple months i gotta her in
they show money got me out of
got her trippin when i'm not around
she was tryin playin me outta bounds
seein of her and niggas because i hate 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 like some old
her clothes n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda really seen her face then
She oficially on my list
She pulled up on shock shit
I'm bags in the Front trick
And that words on my sense
See you ain't nothing but a has been i'm ashes to ashes

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

Oh, dear misses independent
Still like my life 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 was a bee like a honeycomb
I thought we'd woulda really long
we were the ones to put the on
damn in the it was fairytale
I'm talkin believe love caught in make believe
But that's until i buyin things
it was cool now she started wedding rings
a drama queen demanding all kinds of things
corrupted by a life she only see the green
wanted kids so i can be there any let her tell we were something, like a perect team
damn, had a cut it she was out of
try to pull me on like a bill boarder
I call her mama to transport her,
Did you throw her out yeah kinda, sorta
She was mad so she a restraining order
just to and get a bag fill the trash house?
Swore to cops made me leave lily out
Hey but i end up back in
Oh my mama prego with a set of

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

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