Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me No More

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

I hear the streets talking (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep funny)
keep talking money (yup)
And all different (what)
The yens and the (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I still be up (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up on my name (so what)
But I clean em up like detergent 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 when its cheque time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it's jet time (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The funny 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 pie of course you want a slice (yup)

Now how you gon me you don't love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out getting this bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit don't even right)
get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they need me no more
'Cause a mu'fucka that GT
It's a problem tryna that 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 runnin' through the game 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 ain't a thang to I blew up (what)
Then everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
did love go? (where)
And where does that us? (where we at)
They grudges on how they receive us (fa sho')
And show the on how they perceive us
to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that (yup)
Cash first, we use the visa (uh huh)
first, never worry 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 more (how you 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