Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me No More

Now how you gon tell me you don't love me no more (how you gon' me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting this bread (you hatin' on this chase?)
Tryna get my momma a crib (shit don't sound right)
get up out the ghetto
Now how the hood 'bout they don't need me no more
'Cause a mu'fucka push GT
a problem tryna take that from me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal

I hear the streets talking (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell 'em keep talking (keep talking funny)
I'ma keep money (yup)
And all different (what)
The yens and the (pounds)
Nigga for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Drippin' in ice I still be up (Harlem)
I em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll 'em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when its cheque time (okay)
Its Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm talking life (yup)
It was to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was nauseas for a bite
But if the apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)

Now how you gon tell me you don't me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my momma a (shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the
Now how the talkin' 'bout they don't need me no more
'Cause a mu'fucka push GT
It's a tryna take that from me
'Cause I'm packin' heavy metal

Heard somebody speak my name, but death was to it (pray for me)
My next breath was do it (kid)
Got me through the game with my vest and my best shooters (who's next)
Best of event VVS and best ya (new year)
outta lame ya shit, gets chewed up (get em)
And I'm tryna kill the pain with like two (what's up baby)
Use to say money a thang to I blew up (what)
Then money's everything, but that thang can your crew up (true stills)
did love go? (where)
And where does leave us? (where we at)
They holdin' on how they receive us (fa sho')
And show the on how they perceive us
to see a thug nigga whip the foreign features (ballin')
Secretary's that (yup)
Cash first, secondary we use the (uh huh)
first, never worry about police cuffs (nope)
Ya leave us or you free us
I money!

Now how you gon me you don't love me no more (how you gon' tell me that?)
'Cause I'm out here getting bread (you hatin' on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my a crib (shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the