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 make up
I'm on some wake up and cake up
So no apologies just
Make for my niggas 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 wanna make to me

[Hook: 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 3: Tiller]
Just be honest, girl, you want from me?
ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of niggas get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run me
Give to my niggas, them niggas love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug me
I'm high on life, what it does for me
My numbers up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

[Bridge: Tiller]
Young nigga, nigga
Your bad too?
tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own
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 don't mean to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

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

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

Bryson Tiller]
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 5:
Look, you could've and you would've
You get it now but you never it then
News bulletin yup all our tins
I'mma a Benz up
full of bands
What's up with get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get flexing
Same phone who's this ya I up on you
What happened to old boy oh he up on you
Now she to ride stick trying to switched up
When I do to cut I hit Rich up on you
He through with Tiller
I'm posed with
Hit [?] like I'm with the nigga young nigga
And now it's trapsoul the boy who rap soul
[?] in the like Thanksgiving dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift lyrics
You stay far from me 'til your bitch get near it

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

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

It get to a that you know
You get money it's like what is you it for
So when you find somebody special like
They become your motivation behind 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 whole lot
Of course you have somebody that is doing the same thing
Or even grinding just as hard it's really it's something it's)
So what's your
(You)