Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

[Verse 1:
I'm way too to treat the same
You still I already beat the game
I'm not the breakup the make up shit
I'm on some up and cake up shit
So no apologies apologies
Make stacks for my all my power G's
Tryna to kick I don't like soccer
a chick like a lipo doctor

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

[Hook: Bryson
if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something
But you mean nothing to me
I'm sorry you not the one for me

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

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, nigga
Your friends bad
tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own
We don't like diggers

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you get the fuck from me
I you thought we had something special
But you don't nothing to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

[Verse 4: Tiller]
This the I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you it
Looking for a bad bitch, I found a culprit
Nigga shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
ass nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 up
And every time I'm in the city
Every bitch a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

[Bridge: Tiller]
nigga, young nigga
Your bad too?
Then tell 'em with you
And we like, bitches with own shit
We don't like diggers

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

[Verse 5:
Look, you and you would've been
You get it now but you never it then
News yup all our bullets tins
I'mma pull a up
Pocket full of
up with them get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get 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 ride stick to switched up
I do want to cut I hit Rich up on you
He through with Tiller
I'm posed killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young young nigga
And now it's trapsoul the boy who rap soul
[?] in the like Thanksgiving dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift lyrics
You niggas stay far from me 'til your get near it

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

[Hook: Tiller]
if you don't 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

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