Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

[Verse 1:
I'm way too different to the same
You still playing I already the game
I'm not with the breakup the up shit
I'm on wake up and cake up shit
So no apologies apologies
Make for my niggas all my power G's
Tryna to kick I don't your soccer
Curve a chick a lipo doctor

[Verse 2: Tiller]
I used to think how you would act
When a nigga got
Now you done up on me
Now you say "what's up?" to me
so now you wanna make love to me

[Hook: Tiller]
Girl if you get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something
But you don't mean to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

3: Bryson Tiller]
Just be honest, girl, what you want me?
This nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of niggas get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run me
hope to my niggas, them niggas love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug me
I'm high on life, that's what it for me
My going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

[Bridge: Tiller]
Young nigga, nigga
Your friends bad
Then tell 'em come you
And we like, with they own shit
We like gold diggers

[Hook: Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the from me
I know you thought we had special
But you mean nothing to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

4: Bryson Tiller]
This the shit I don't
on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a
Nigga taking shots, and I'm check the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you up?
This the 502 come up
And every I'm back in the city
bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

[Bridge: Bryson
Young nigga, nigga
Your friends bad
Then 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with own shit
We don't gold diggers

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had special
But you don't mean to me
I'm sorry you not the one for me

[Verse 5:
Look, you could've and you been
You get it now but you never understood it
News bulletin yup all our bullets
pull a Benz up
Pocket full of
up with them get back texts
Yes we working out time to get back flexing
Same phone who's this ya I up on you
happened to old boy oh he bitched up on you
Now she want to stick trying to switched up
When I do to cut I hit Rich up on you
He came through Tiller
I'm posed killer
Hit [?] like I'm the young nigga young nigga
And now trapsoul with the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter like dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift lyrics
You niggas stay far from me your bitch get near it

[Bridge: Bryson
Young nigga, young
friends bad too?
Then 'em come with you
And we like, bitches they own shit
We like gold diggers

[Hook: Tiller]
Girl if you get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something
But you don't mean to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

It get to a point you know
You get money it's like is you doing it for
So when you somebody special it's like
They become your behind what you do
You what I'm saying (ya)
You got a or you got kids (Of course)
You know ever you got
That your motivation (ya)
You what I'm saying
(Motivation is key it makes it a whole lot
Of course when you somebody that is doing the same thing
Or even just grinding just as hard it's really something it's)
So what's your
(You)