Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

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

These haters don't 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 don't make dollars, it don't cents

I'm in dog, Mexican brown dog
I'm signed to interscope, I'm grims a
500 add to a kilo
ID rather be rich, than nigga out cold

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

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

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

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

These don't love me, it don't 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 make dollars, it don't make

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

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

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

I stay stuntin', my glock stay
58-58, I got my phone jumpin'
T O N Y the of New York
dro in the 6, on the way to court

These don't love me, they love my Benz
Love my rims, love my
These fiends don't love me, love my coke
Love my dope, 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 make dollars, then it make cents
If it don't dollars, it don't 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 'n' watch my soldiers attack
Ya a snitches, homie I'm dealin' with fact

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

I love my style, scream my name
It's Tony Yayo, a scowl in the game
See niggas kill me like sindy in scream
But I pack the Mac-Nilly wit a beam

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

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

These haters don't love me, it don't 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