Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

These hoes don't me, they love my Benz
my rims, love my style
These don't love me, they love my coke
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
'Cos if I make dollars, then it don't make cents
If it make dollars, it don't make cents

I'm in town dog, Mexican dog
I'm signed to interscope, I'm a C-note
500 add to a kilo
ID rather be rich, than nigga out cold

My crack in sinthostat, with hunny hats
My from D.R., switch 'em with bigger stash
Movin' my work, jus' for 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
Runnin' from feds, like I had Jerry legs
'Cos the dope and the rice come pac and them plant eggs

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

These hoes don't me, they love my Benz
Love my rims, my style
These fiends 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 'cos down ass G
'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it make cents
If it don't make dollars, it don't cents

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

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

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

I stuntin', my glock stay pumpin'
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, love my Benz
Love my rims, my style
These 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 hater '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

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' watch my attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm with fact

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

I love my style, scream my name
Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the game
See niggas wanna kill me sindy in scream
But I the Mac-Nilly 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 will finish you
Automatic tray pound will diminish you

These hoes don't love me, 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 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