Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

[Verse 1:
I'm way too to treat the same
You playing I already beat the game
I'm not with the breakup the 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 like your soccer
Curve a chick like a doctor

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

[Hook: Tiller]
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, you want from me?
This ain't 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
Give to my niggas, them niggas love money
to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a coming (one up)

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

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

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

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

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the from me
I know you thought we had something
But you don't nothing 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 understood it then
News bulletin yup all our bullets
I'mma pull a up
full of bands
What's up them get back texts
Yes we wasn't out time to get back flexing
Same phone who's ya I switched up on you
What 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 through with Tiller
I'm posed killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young nigga nigga
And now trapsoul with the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter Thanksgiving dinner
it's Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics
You niggas far from me 'til your bitch get near it

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

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

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