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 depending on
You're a centerfold, every inner goal
To meet a nigga and his long
Haters a 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 but she was bad in the mood flicker
See her looking got her see what's up wit her
to make a story short dog couple days i'm sleeping beating the kitty walls
Fell in love with it now we up in mall
bought her first Louie bag she was so
not a scout but she to watch a nigga ball
bought her everything she had if i recall
so months i gotta her movein in
they show got me out of town
they got her when i'm not around
she was moveing playin me outta bounds
seein pictures of her and niggas because i to found
sad was the bitch was trickin off outta the town
And i was too to see it sooner
this bitch was kind of fishy like some old tuna
Took her n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda really seen her face then
She oficially on my shit
She up on some shock shit
I'm talking bags in the Front
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 aint' but a has been
oh was happy when the cash in
you try to play me a band bitch
but i ain't trippin 'cause your pussy kinda
oh her ego bigger her ass is
Man i'm so you're the pass tense
I used to love you with the
Sincerely yours.

Oh, dear misses independent
searching like my life time depended on
You're a centerfold every womans inner
to meet the nigga and his money
If you ain't got it you can on
I'm talking like the Loiue bag
No swag or you new calogne
I swear my last was a bee like a
I thought we'd woulda really last
we the ones 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 buyin things
it was cool now she started wedding rings
such a drama queen demanding all of things
corrupted by a she could only see the green
wanted kids so i can be any means let her tell we were something, like a perect team
damn, had a cut it she was out of
try to pull me on blast like a boarder
I her mama tryin to transport 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 cops made me lily passed out
Hey but i end up moving in
Oh my prego with a set of twins

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

Somebody tell me love
your definition of love?
Is love buying one another different
up ..depending on the price tag
Is that
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 writing