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 the breakup the make up shit
I'm on wake up and cake up shit
So no apologies just
Make stacks for my niggas all my G's
Tryna to I don't like your soccer
Curve a like a lipo doctor

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

[Hook: Bryson
Girl if you don't get the from me
I know you we had something special
But you don't nothing to me
I'm sorry 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 can't let none of these get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run me
Give hope to my niggas, 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 going up, I a buzz coming (one up)

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

[Hook: Bryson
Girl if you get the fuck from me
I you thought we had something special
But you don't mean to me
I'm sorry you not the one for me

[Verse 4: Bryson
This the shit I don't
on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage,
Hatin' ass nigga, why you shut up?
the motherfuckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm in the city
Every bitch with a agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

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

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

[Verse 5:
Look, you and you would've been
You get it now but you never understood it
bulletin yup all our bullets tins
I'mma a Benz up
Pocket of bands
What's up with get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get back
Same phone who's ya I switched up on you
What happened to old boy oh he up on you
Now she want to stick trying to switched up
I do want to cut I hit Rich up on you
He came through with
I'm posed killer
Hit [?] I'm with the young nigga young nigga
And now it's with the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter Thanksgiving dinner
Like it's Christmas got a gift with lyrics
You niggas stay far from me 'til your bitch get it

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, young
Your bad too?
Then tell 'em come you
And we like, bitches with own shit
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 mean to me
I'm sorry you not the one for me

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