Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me No More

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 bread (you hatin' on 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 push GT
It's a problem tryna take from me
'Cause I'm packin' metal uhuh

I the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep funny (keep talking funny)
I'ma talking money (yup)
And all types (what)
The and the pounds (pounds)
Nigga for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I still be up (Harlem)
I em kicking up dirt 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 when its cheque signing time (okay)
Its Tito Borough when jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm bout life (yup)
It was to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry for a bite
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 this chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit even sound right)
Tryna get up out the
Now how the talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more
a mu'fucka push that GT
It's a problem tryna take from me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal

Heard speak my name, but death was next to it (pray for me)
My breath was let's do it (kid)
Got me runnin' through the with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya (new year)
outta 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 money ain't a thang to I up (what)
money's everything, but that thang can break your crew up (true stills)
Where did go? (where)
And does that leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' grudges on how receive us (fa sho')
And the judges on how they perceive us
Hate to see a thug nigga the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's Condoleza (yup)
first, secondary we use the visa (uh huh)
Blast first, never worry about police (nope)
Ya leave us or you free us
I money!

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)
get up out the ghetto