Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

[Verse 1:
I'm way too to treat the same
You still I already beat the game
I'm not the breakup the make up shit
I'm on some wake up and cake up
So no just apologies
stacks for my niggas all my power G's
Tryna to kick I don't like your
Curve a like a lipo doctor

[Verse 2: Tiller]
I used to think 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

Bryson 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 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, what it does for me
My numbers going up, I a buzz coming (one up)

[Bridge: Bryson
Young nigga, young
friends bad too?
Then 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own
We don't gold diggers

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

[Verse 4: Tiller]
This the shit I don't
on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage,
Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you up?
This the 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the
Every bitch with a hidden run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

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

[Hook: Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck me
I know you thought we had special
But you don't 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 understood it then
bulletin yup all our bullets tins
I'mma pull a up
full of bands
What's up with them get back
Yes we working out time to get back flexing
Same phone who's this ya I up on you
What happened to old boy oh he up on you
Now she want to stick trying to switched up
When I do want to cut I hit up on you
He came through Tiller
I'm posed killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young young nigga
And now it's trapsoul with the boy who rap
[?] in the like Thanksgiving dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a with lyrics
You stay far from me 'til your bitch get near it

[Bridge: Tiller]
Young nigga, young
Your bad too?
Then 'em come with you
And we like, bitches they own shit
We like gold diggers

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the from me
I know you thought we had special
But you mean nothing 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 special it's like
They become your motivation 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 what I'm saying
(Motivation is key it makes it a lot easier
Of course you have somebody that is doing the same thing
Or even just grinding just as hard it's it's something it's)
So what's your
(You)