Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

These hoes don't me, they love my Benz
Love my rims, love my
These fiends don't me, they 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 don't cents
If it don't make dollars, it don't make

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

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

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

the top shotter that rocked prada
That proper
In high I had ex in my gym locker
Locker, locker,

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

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

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

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

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

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

These hoes don't me, they love my Benz
my rims, love 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 'cos 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

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 don't shine it's time to upgrade
I'mma ball I fall, niggas can't ruin me
From platinum plaques, to wall jewelery

I love my style, scream my name
It's Tony Yayo, a scowl in the game
See wanna kill me like 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 fuckin' diminish you

These hoes don't me, they love my Benz
my rims, love my style
These fiends don't me, they love my coke
my dope, love 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 don't make
If it don't make dollars, it don't cents