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

I hear the talking funny (shit)
So I (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep money (yup)
And all types (what)
The yens and the (pounds)
just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I still be up (Harlem)
I hear em up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could em up like detergent on a stain
Or beam 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
my mind or respect 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 bout (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 apple pie of course you a slice (yup)

Now how you gon tell me you don't love me no (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on 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 don't need me no
'Cause a mu'fucka push GT
It's a problem tryna take from me
'Cause I'm heavy metal uhuh

Heard somebody speak my name, but was next 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 event VVS and best ya (new year)
Nigga lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two (what's up baby)
Use to say ain't a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did go? (where)
And where does that us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how they us (fa sho')
And show the on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's Condoleza (yup)
Cash first, we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either us or you free us
I money!

Now how you gon tell me you don't love me no (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 don't sound right)
Tryna get up out the