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

I the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking (keep talking funny)
keep talking money (yup)
And all different (what)
The and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga just for spite push, the round town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I still be up (Harlem)
I em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a
Or I'll beam 'em up we got birdies on the (easy)
Respect my mind or my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque time (okay)
Its Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The funny I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was nauseas 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 gon' 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
Now how the hood talkin' 'bout they need me no more
a mu'fucka push that GT
It's a problem 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 breath was do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta lame ya shit, gets up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did go? (where)
And where does leave us? (where we at)
They grudges on how they receive us (fa sho')
And the judges 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)
Blast first, worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya either leave us or you 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 getting this (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a (shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the