Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

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

[Verse 2: Tiller]
I used to about how you would act
When a 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: Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck me
I know you thought we had special
But you mean nothing to me
I'm sorry you not the one for me

[Verse 3: Tiller]
be honest, girl, what you want 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 better run 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 going up, I a buzz coming (one up)

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

[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
This the shit I condone
on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage,
Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 up
And every time I'm in the city
Every bitch with a agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

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

[Hook: Tiller]
if you don't get the fuck from me
I you thought we had something special
But you don't mean 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 never it then
News bulletin yup all our tins
pull a Benz up
Pocket of bands
What's up with them get texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get flexing
Same who's this ya I switched up on you
happened to old boy oh he bitched up on you
Now she want to ride stick trying to up
I do want to cut I hit Rich up on you
He came with Tiller
I'm posed with
Hit [?] like I'm with the young young nigga
And now it's trapsoul with the boy who rap
[?] in the winter Thanksgiving dinner
Like it's Christmas got a gift with lyrics
You stay far from me 'til your bitch get near it

[Bridge: Tiller]
Young nigga, young
friends bad too?
Then tell 'em with you
And we like, bitches with 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 nothing to me
I'm sorry you not the one for me

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