Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry Not Sorry

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

[Verse 2: Tiller]
I used to think about how you 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

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the fuck 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: Bryson
Just be honest, girl, what you from me?
This nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God-Tiller, you better run me
Give hope to my niggas, them love money
Adios to bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz (one up)

[Bridge: Tiller]
Young nigga, nigga
Your bad too?
Then 'em come 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 don't mean to me
Girl I'm 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
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass nigga, why you shut up?
This the motherfuckin' 502 up
And time I'm back in the city
Every bitch a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)

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

Bryson Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the from me
I you thought we had something 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
News bulletin yup all our bullets
I'mma pull a up
Pocket of bands
up with them get back texts
Yes we wasn't working out time to get back
phone who's this ya I switched up on you
What happened to old boy oh he up on you
Now she want to ride trying to switched up
When I do to cut I hit Rich up on you
He came with Tiller
I'm with killer
Hit [?] like I'm with the young nigga nigga
And now trapsoul with the boy who rap soul
[?] in the winter Thanksgiving dinner
it's Christmas spirit got a gift with lyrics
You niggas far from me 'til your bitch get near it

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

[Hook: Tiller]
Girl if you don't get the from me
I you thought we had something special
But you don't mean to me
Girl I'm you not the one for me

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