Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No Love

Now $hort! I know you didn't think shit was over,
you ugly ass nigga!

Too $hort...
Nothin' can ya
no love, $hort (4x)

Now mickity mic
Guns out,
the holes
It's the kid from the
Punks get on
And they so real
But real don't get in court and squeal
Yeah, regard all punk ass Racia shit
Got on the stand and ran mouth
a bitch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! did it!
He me with it!
Court is in session,
And been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland
And you no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to
A baserock cawy and a nice hot
Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too
thinkin' about the day before
See you never shouldn't
With the killa
I goes deep on you nigga
Got on the mic and me a punk
And funk is you want

So there it is,
Dirty, tired, around
And get my off in his ass
Let's hood ride, mob, talkin' bad
No punk me check myself, partner
I ain't bust ya
I ride up and drop ya
But the rappin' is shit
And I'm with this street shit
And you aint shit but a bitch
The nigga in rap
Try to cap on the
the mothafuckin' hood
So when I see you it's all

Too $hort...
can save ya
Aint no love, (4x)

Ant read this...

I boarded to your ass year
But you didn't hear me
It's 94 and Banks need a more
Lips lookin' of luscious
Digidy goes my zipper
Nigga, you can this
And you must like slurpin'
you ridin' on $hort's tip
Like a little bitch
Ridin' around in your
I the Dangerous Crew
And that's why you're now
The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gangsta
When the truth out you aint shit but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood out of place
that blank ass look on your face:
(What should I do? should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in,
Can't on the block
Cause you shit but a punk
So I givin' no rule
To assume you want some funk
bring it to the crew
So bring it on if ass wanna trip
And to hollow-tip, bitch
Blast ass, yes I would
on the streets, nigga, it's all good

Too $hort...
Nothin' can ya
Ain't no love,

Beep, beep,
Oh, goes my pager
And it's your bitch, yo, I think I best to her
Took her to the motel lot
Little skinned bitch got just a little too hot
it's down, pannies comin' off
Another tramp bitch got toasted
I you found out and got jealous
Cause I was your bitch
And runnin' back tellin' all the
But you took her
And wanted to marry the
I dig her in this, mister
And the bitch
Stop spendin' all your cash and fix teeth
$hort Dog must like ugly
Came at a wrong
Little cavity creep walkin' around Nikes on
ass nigga ain't got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin' punk ass started
Cause I did funk with the
So when you ridin' in your
Nigga, put on the
And the fuck out my hood
Cause death is a factor and it's all

Too $hort...
Nothin' can ya
no love, $hort (4x)