Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me No More

Now how you gon me you don't love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit even sound right)
get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' they don't need me no more
'Cause a mu'fucka that GT
It's a problem tryna take from me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal

I the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
keep talking money (yup)
And all different (what)
The and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I be up town (Harlem)
I hear em up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam 'em up we got on the chain (easy)
my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a
But if the world's apple pie of course you a slice (yup)

Now how you gon tell me you love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
get my momma a crib (shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they need me no more
'Cause a push that GT
It's a problem tryna take from me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy uhuh

Heard somebody speak my name, but was next to it (pray for me)
My breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the game with my vest and my best (who's next)
Best of VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money ain't a to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can break crew up (true stills)
Where did go? (where)
And does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they us (fa sho')
And show the judges on how perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the (uh huh)
first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya leave us or you free us
I money!

Now how you gon me you don't love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit even sound right)
Tryna get up out the