Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

These hoes don't love me, love my Benz
Love my rims, my style
These fiends don't me, they love my coke
Love my dope, my ink

These haters love me, it don't matter to me
I stay hater 'cos I'mma down ass G
'Cos if I don't make dollars, it don't make cents
If it don't dollars, it don't make cents

I'm in dog, Mexican brown dog
I'm to interscope, I'm grims a C-note
500 add to a kilo
ID be rich, than snitch nigga out cold

My crack in sinthostat, drummers with hats
My bitch D.R., switch 'em with bigger stash
Movin' my work, for some boots 'n' a skirt
I was loose but she complainin' it

Ice skatin' on ice, I got these heads, scrapin' the mic
Late at night, bitch be her dice
from feds, like I had Jerry rice legs
'Cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant

It's the top shotter that rocked
rhymed proper
In high school I had ex in my gym
Locker, locker,

These don't love me, they love my Benz
Love my rims, my style
These fiends don't love me, they love my
my dope, love my ink

These haters don't love me, it don't to me
I hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G
if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents
If it don't make dollars, it make cents

I'm a sneaker addict, drug
I lavish, got more carots, that bunny rabbits
I plant 'Marry I', courtyard groupie's
An them niggas wit no is always jerkin'

An niggas handcuff hoes like female
I got ma all froze, so the COs drop
Ayo 'em drink Malibu, dre drink
Banks drink Baileys and drink remi

I'm on the 7 a glock like, I'm smellin' musty
Leavin' Barcelona for some pussy
Ye man G-Unit stunts it ain't
Million dollar deals 'cos our dare hustle

I stay stuntin', my stay pumpin'
58-58, I got my cell jumpin'
T O N Y the talk of New
Blowin' dro in the 6, on the way to

These hoes don't love me, they love my
Love my rims, my style
These fiends don't love me, they my coke
Love my dope, my ink

These don't love me, it don't matter to me
I stay free 'cos I'mma down ass G
'Cos if I make dollars, then it don't make cents
If it make dollars, it don't make cents

You in the CBA, I'm in the NBA
the rap T-Mac, I stay with a gat
Click clack, I sit back 'n' watch my attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, I'm dealin' with fact

Keep my car out the sun so the paint wont
'N' if my jewels shine it's time to upgrade
I'mma ball till I fall, niggas can't me
platinum plaques, wall to wall jewelery

I love my style, hoes scream my
It's Yayo, a cats scowl in the game
See niggas wanna kill me sindy in scream
But I pack the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred

Ayo I'm on daily Freddy in the dream
'N' my so heavy, it spotted to my spleen
You front on my team, ma niggas finish you
Automatic tray pound will fuckin' you

These hoes don't love me, love my Benz
Love my rims, my style
These fiends don't me, they love my coke
my dope, love my ink

These haters don't love me, it matter to me
I stay hater free 'cos I'mma ass G
'Cos if I don't dollars, then it don't make cents
If it don't make dollars, it don't cents