Luyện nghe bài hát Love My Style

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These hoes don't love me, they my Benz
Love my rims, love my
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 hater free 'cos I'mma ass G
'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it make cents
If it don't make dollars, it 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' watch my attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm 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 till I fall, can't ruin me
From platinum plaques, to wall jewelery

I love my style, hoes my name
Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the game
See niggas wanna me like sindy in scream
But I pack the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred

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

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