Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me No More

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

I hear the streets funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep money (yup)
And all types (what)
The yens and the (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the round town (sparrows)
in ice I still 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 mind or my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque signing (okay)
Its Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm talking life (yup)
It was to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of you want 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 getting this (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit don't sound right)
get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' they don't need me no more
'Cause a push that GT
It's a tryna take that from me
'Cause I'm packin' metal uhuh

somebody speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My next was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya (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)
did love go? (where)
And where does leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how 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)
first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never about police cuffs (nope)
Ya leave us or you free us
I money!

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