Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To My Ex's

uhh might not like me for this one
ha it got my pen n pad anyway...

Hood

Dear independent ho
for you like my life time depending on
You're a centerfold, every womans inner
To meet a and his money long
Haters a letter to my ex ho, i start kiss my ass.. EX O's
Ok talk about a gold digger
Met her at video shoot, go but she was bad in the mood flicker
See her got her number see what's up wit her
to make a long story short dog couple days i'm sleeping beating the walls
in love with it now we up in every mall
bought her first Louie bag she was so
not a scout but she to watch a nigga ball
her everything she had if i could recall
so months i gotta her movein in
show money got me out of town
they got her when i'm not around
she was tryin playin me outta bounds
seein pictures of her and niggas i hate to found
sad was the bitch was trickin off outta the town
And i was too blind to see it
knew this bitch was kind of like some old tuna
Took her clothes n threw em in old sewer damn you shoulda seen her face then
She oficially on my list
She pulled up on shock shit
I'm talking bags in the trick
And words on my common sense
See you ain't nothing but a has been i'm talking ashes to

And here's a letter to my
you nothing but a has been
oh was only happy the cash in
you try to me like a band bitch
but i ain't trippin your pussy kinda average
oh her ego than her ass is
Man i'm so glad the pass tense
I used to love you with the
Sincerely yours.

Oh, dear misses hoes
Still searching like my life time on
a centerfold every womans inner gold
to meet the nigga and his long
If you got it you can carry on
I'm talking the Loiue bag homes
No swag or you new calogne
I swear my last was a bee like a
I thought we'd woulda really long
we were the ones to put the on
damn in the begining it was
I'm talkin make believe love in make believe
But that's until i buyin things
it was cool now she started wedding rings
such a drama demanding all kinds of things
corrupted by a life she could see the green
wanted kids so i can be there any means let her tell we were something, like a team
damn, had a cut it she was out of
try to pull me on blast a bill boarder
I call her mama to transport her,
Did you throw her out dog? yeah kinda,
She was mad so she file a order
just to come and get a bag fill the house?
Swore to cops made me leave lily out
Hey but i end up back in
Oh my mama with a set of twins

That's a whole lotto in
I the story really never ends
here's the letter to my ex then
I swear she used to be my best
Now she's a memory from then
I she probably misses that feeling
Big sprees and the mutha fuckin plane
She the last on my ex list hada nigga stressn
Damn.

Somebody tell me love
your definition of love?
Is buying one another different gifts
up ..depending on the price tag
Is love?
i mean a just looking for somebody genuine too ride for. i'm feeling like fuck love
It give a damn on me anyway
relationships aint for me,
I guess its why im this