Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

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

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

I'm in town dog, brown dog
I'm to interscope, I'm grims a C-note
500 cokily add to a
ID rather be rich, than nigga out cold

My crack in sinthostat, drummers hunny hats
My from 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 crack heads, scrapin' the mic
at night, bitch be shakin' her dice
Runnin' from feds, like I had Jerry legs
the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs

It's the top shotter rocked prada
That proper
In school I had ex in my gym locker
Locker, locker,

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

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

I'm a sneaker addict, drug
I live lavish, got carots, that bunny rabbits
I plant 'Marry I', courtyard lurkin'
An them niggas wit no pussy is always

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

I'm on the 7 a glock like, I'm still musty
Barcelona for some Argentina pussy
Ye man stunts it ain't nothin'
Million dollar 'cos our fans dare hustle

I stuntin', my glock 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, love my coke
Love my dope, my ink

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

You in the CBA, I'm in the NBA
It's the rap T-Mac, I with a gat
Click clack, I sit back 'n' my soldiers attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm with fact

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

I my style, hoes scream my name
It's Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the
See niggas wanna kill me like sindy in
But I the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred beam

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

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

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