Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

These hoes love me, they love my Benz
Love my rims, my style
These fiends love me, they love my coke
my dope, love my ink

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

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

My crack in sinthostat, drummers hunny hats
My bitch from D.R., switch 'em bigger stash
Movin' my work, 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, be shakin' her dice
Runnin' from feds, like I had Jerry legs
'Cos the dope and the rice from pac and them plant eggs

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

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

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

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

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

I stay stuntin', my glock 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 don't love me, they love my Benz
Love my rims, love my
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 I'mma ass G
'Cos if I don't make dollars, it don't make 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 stay a gat
Click clack, I sit back 'n' my soldiers attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm dealin' fact

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

I love my style, hoes my name
It's Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the
See niggas wanna kill me like in scream
But I the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred 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 niggas finish you
tray pound will fuckin' diminish you

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