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 on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a (shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the
Now how the hood talkin' they don't need me no more
a mu'fucka push that GT
It's a problem tryna take that me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy uhuh

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

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

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was to it (pray for me)
My next was let's do it (kid)
Got me through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain like two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money ain't a thang to I up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can your crew up (true stills)
Where did go? (where)
And where does that us? (where we at)
They grudges on how they receive us (fa sho')
And show the judges on how they us
Hate to see a thug nigga whip the foreign (ballin')
Secretary's that (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the (uh huh)
Blast first, worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya leave us or you free us
I money!

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