Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No Love

Now $hort! I know you think that shit was over,
you ugly ass nigga!

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

Now mickity mic
Guns out,
Lowin' the
It's the kid the gutter
Punks get on
And they sound so
But real niggas get in court and squeal
Yeah, regard all punk ass Racia shit
Got on the and ran your mouth
Like a bitch, snitch
Pooh-Man did it! did it!
He made me it!
Court is in session,
And been indicted
Hoe trusta busta
And you gets no love the gutter
See we remember when you had to
A baserock cawy and a hot bath
and chokin', Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin' about the day
See you never fuck
With the real
I goes deep on you dopefiend
Got on the mic and called me a
And funk is you want

So it is, junk
Dirty, tired, fucked
And get my off in his ass
Let's hood ride, mob, fuck bad
No punk me check myself, partner
I ain't gonna ya
I rather up and drop ya
But the rappin' is weak
And I'm down this street shit
And you shit but a weak bitch
The nigga in rap
Try to cap on the
From the 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 last
But you didn't hear me
It's 94 and Banks a little more
Lips lookin' hell of
Digidy down goes my
Nigga, you can suck
And you must slurpin' dicks
you ridin' on $hort's tip
Like a jockin' bitch
around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down
I the Dangerous Crew
And that's why you're now
The Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you shit but a pranksta
Try to hang in my lookin' out of place
With that blank ass on your face:
(What should I do? What I do?)
Now get in where you fit in,
hang on the block
Cause you aint shit but a
So I ain't givin' no
To you want some mothafuckin' funk
Then bring it to the
So bring it on if ass wanna trip
And to hollow-tip, bitch
Blast that ass, yes I
Cause on the streets, nigga, all good

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

Beep, beep,
Oh, there goes my
And it's your bitch, yo, I think I to fade her
Took her to the motel lot
Little light bitch got just a little too hot
goin' down, pannies comin' off
Another tramp bitch got automatically
I think you out and got jealous
I was diggin' your bitch
And back tellin' all the fellas
But you took her
And to marry the bitch
I would dig her in this,
And bury the
spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth
$hort Dog must like ugly
Came at a nigga
Little creep walkin' around with Nikes on
Bitch ass nigga got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin' your ass started
I did funk with the best
So when you ridin' in your
Nigga, put on the
And the fuck out my hood
Cause death is a factor and all good

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