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 the breakup the make up shit
I'm on wake up and cake up shit
So no just apologies
Make stacks for my niggas all my G's
to kick I don't like your soccer
Curve a chick like a 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
Okay so now you wanna love to me

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck me
I know you thought we had special
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?
This ain't 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
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love
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 feel a buzz (one up)

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

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

[Verse 4: Bryson
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 shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass nigga, why you shut up?
This the 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the
Every bitch a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, young
Your bad too?
Then tell 'em with you
And we like, bitches with they own
We like gold diggers

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you 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 could've and you would've
You get it now but you never it then
bulletin yup all our bullets tins
I'mma a Benz up
Pocket of bands
up with them get back texts
Yes we working out time to get back flexing
Same phone who's ya I switched up on you
What to old boy oh he bitched up on you
Now she want to ride trying to switched up
When I do want to cut I hit up on you
He came through 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 spirit got a gift lyrics
You niggas stay far from me your bitch get near it

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, young
Your friends bad
tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches they own shit
We like gold diggers

[Hook: Bryson
if you don't get the fuck from me
I know you we had something special
But you mean nothing to me
Girl I'm 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 special it's like
They become motivation behind what you do
You know what I'm (ya)
You got a or you got kids (Of course)
You what ever you got
become your motivation (ya)
You know I'm saying
(Motivation is key it makes it a lot easier
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 motivation
(You)