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

[Verse 2: Tiller]
I used to think how you would 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: Tiller]
Girl if you get the fuck 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 3: Tiller]
Just be honest, girl, what you from me?
This ain't new, keep it so 100
I can't let 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, get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it for me
My numbers up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

[Bridge: Bryson
nigga, young nigga
Your bad too?
Then tell 'em with you
And we like, bitches with own shit
We don't like diggers

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something
But you don't mean 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
for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage,
ass nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 up
And time I'm back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

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

[Hook: Bryson
Girl if you don't get the 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 5:
Look, you could've and you would've
You get it now but you never it then
News yup all our bullets tins
I'mma a Benz up
full of bands
What's up them get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out to get back flexing
Same phone who's 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
I do want to cut I hit Rich up on you
He came with Tiller
I'm with killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young young nigga
And now trapsoul with 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, nigga
Your bad too?
tell 'em come with you
And we like, with they own shit
We don't like gold

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

It get to a point you know
You get it's like what 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 lady or you got (Of course)
You know ever you got
That your motivation (ya)
You what I'm saying
(Motivation is key it makes it a whole lot
Of course when you have somebody that is the same thing
Or even just grinding just as hard it's it's something it's)
So what's your
(You)