Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Bryson
Just be honest, girl, what you want me?
This ain't new, keep it so 100
I let none of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you run from me
Give to my niggas, them niggas love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug me
I'm high on life, what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz (one up)

[Bridge: Bryson
Young nigga, nigga
Your bad too?
tell 'em come with you
And we like, with they own shit
We don't gold diggers

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

[Verse 4: Bryson
the shit 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 taking shots, and I'm back the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass nigga, why you shut up?
the motherfuckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm 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 like gold

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

[Verse 5:
Look, you could've and you been
You get it now but you understood it then
News yup all our bullets tins
I'mma a Benz up
Pocket of bands
What's up them get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get flexing
Same phone who's this ya I up on you
What happened to old boy oh he up on you
Now she want to ride trying to switched up
When I do want to cut I hit up on you
He came through Tiller
I'm with killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young nigga nigga
And now it's trapsoul the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter like Thanksgiving
it's Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics
You niggas far from me 'til your bitch get near it

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, young
friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come you
And we like, bitches with own shit
We don't like gold

[Hook: Bryson
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

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 motivation behind what you do
You what I'm saying (ya)
You got a or you got kids (Of course)
You what ever you got
become your motivation (ya)
You what I'm saying
(Motivation is key it makes it a lot easier
Of course when you have somebody is doing the same thing
Or even just grinding just as hard it's really something it's)
So what's your
(You)