Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me No More

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

I hear the streets funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep money (yup)
And all different (what)
The and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I still be up (Harlem)
I hear em up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up detergent on a stain
Or beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my or respect my grind (cause what)
to the bank when its cheque signing time (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 Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a
But if the world's pie of course you want a slice (yup)

Now how you gon tell me you don't love me no more (how you gon' me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on 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

Heard somebody 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 VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets up (get em)
And I'm kill the pain with 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 leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they us (fa sho')
And show the judges on how they us
to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about 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?)
I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit even sound right)
Tryna get up out the