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 this bread (you hatin' on paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit 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 problem tryna take that me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy uhuh

I hear the streets talking (shit)
So I (haha) tell 'em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep 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 up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like on a stain
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 signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when it's jet flying (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly (that's right)
And we was nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you 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 bread (you hatin' on this chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit don't even 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' metal uhuh

Heard somebody speak my name, but was next to it (pray for me)
My next breath was do it (kid)
Got me runnin' the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
of event VVS and best ya jewelers (new year)
Nigga outta ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna the pain with like two sluts (what's up baby)
Use to say money a thang to I blew up (what)
Then everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did 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 perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga whip the features (ballin')
Secretary's that (yup)
Cash first, we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry police cuffs (nope)
Ya either us or you free us
I money!

Now how you gon me you don't 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)
get up out the ghetto