Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

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

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

I'm in dog, Mexican brown 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, with hunny hats
My bitch from D.R., switch 'em with stash
my work, jus' for some boots 'n' a skirt
I was loose but she complainin' it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stay stuntin', my glock stay
58-58, I got my cell phone
T O N Y the of New York
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
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 don't make dollars, then it don't cents
If it make 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 back 'n' my soldiers attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm 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 can't me
From platinum plaques, wall to wall

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

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

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

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