Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

[Verse 1:
I'm way too different to treat the
You playing I already beat the game
I'm not with the breakup the up shit
I'm on some wake up and up shit
So no apologies just
Make stacks for my niggas all my G's
Tryna to kick I don't like soccer
a chick like a lipo doctor

[Verse 2: Tiller]
I used to think how you would act
When a got money
Now you switched up on me
Now you say "what's up?" to me
Okay so now you wanna make to me

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

[Verse 3: Bryson
Just be honest, girl, what you want me?
This nothing 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 money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug me
I'm on life, that's what it does for me
My going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, nigga
friends bad too?
Then 'em come with you
And we like, bitches they own shit
We like gold diggers

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

4: Bryson 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
Nigga taking shots, and I'm check the postage, yeah
ass nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 up
And time I'm back in the city
Every with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

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

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

[Verse 5:
Look, you and you would've been
You get it now but you never understood it
News yup all our bullets tins
pull a Benz up
Pocket of bands
What's up with them get back
Yes we wasn't out time to get back flexing
Same phone who's ya I switched 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 with killer
Hit [?] I'm with the young nigga young nigga
And now trapsoul with the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter like dinner
Like it's Christmas spirit got a with lyrics
You niggas stay far from me 'til bitch get near it

Bryson Tiller]
Young nigga, nigga
friends bad too?
Then tell 'em with you
And we like, bitches with they own
We don't gold diggers

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

It get to a point you know
You get money it's like is you doing it for
So when you somebody special it's like
They become your motivation behind you do
You what I'm saying (ya)
You got a lady or you got (Of course)
You know ever you got
That become motivation (ya)
You know I'm saying
(Motivation is key it it a whole lot easier
Of course when you have somebody that is doing the thing
Or even just grinding as hard it's really it's something it's)
So what's motivation
(You)