Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

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

[Verse 2: Bryson
I used to about how you would act
a nigga got money
Now you switched 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 you thought we had something special
But you mean nothing to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

[Verse 3: Bryson
Just be honest, girl, you want from me?
ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I let none of these 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 it does for me
My numbers up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

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

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

[Verse 4: Tiller]
This the shit I 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 check the postage, yeah
ass nigga, why won't you shut 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]
nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad
tell 'em come with you
And we like, with they own shit
We don't gold diggers

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck 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 5:
Look, you could've and you been
You get it now but you never it then
bulletin yup all our bullets tins
I'mma pull a up
full of bands
What's up with them get back
Yes we wasn't working out time to get back
Same phone this ya I switched 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 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 it's trapsoul the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter like dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift with
You niggas stay far me 'til your bitch get near it

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

[Hook: Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the from me
I know you 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 what is you doing it for
So when you find somebody special it's
They your motivation behind what you do
You what I'm saying (ya)
You got a lady or you got (Of course)
You know ever you got
That become your (ya)
You know what I'm
(Motivation is key it it a whole lot easier
Of course when you somebody that is doing the same thing
Or even grinding just as hard it's really it's something it's)
So your motivation
(You)