Luyện nghe bài hát No Love

Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the
If you ain't round here
You not make it out
I done seen it all, plenty balled then
One day buying the
next day it all
Don't let the fool you
the tool close by
These jackals will play cool then hit you with the four
Don't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we
You know, when the real street niggas out

Homestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, Acres
When I was coming up, the streets I roamed
Old school a glass set, paint whip
Back when if your role slipped you had to have
Been on the streets for a time
Never changed, the bottom to the top
Why you me?
Never stop, I always on grind
And you can do the if you just
yo' time, huh

Welcome to my city no love, nigga
Just automatic and plenty drugs, nigga
You might not even make it out the club,
When they get it poppin', you duck, nigga
Welcome to my city, ain't no love,
Drive here and to go home on the bus, nigga
Don't be on this gas looking for love, nigga
These bitches your money,
they dont fuck, nigga

Know them ho's remain
Everyday we sliding, and profiling
Yeah, on them phones acting we never had shit
All up on card, nigga
Grimy dirty dirt,
You spent the same shit you did for foreign ho
Have you ever seen a hundred thousand leg before?
Pert that before?
Well let me you about it
Welcome to the crew, H town verse everybody

Ain't no fakes homey, is no flex zone
Them country niggas starving, eat a hole
neck bone
You have your tour guide with ya'
He be on point, like a bullseye, nigga
Little J don't never let a nigga play
We from the Brookes so it's cut throat
Shit, all I wanted was a cup of straight
You add a couple grams, take a couple lanes, right

You can it what you want
Round here we call it life, some make it, most
But in the of my OG pimp
You gonna someone round here, real talk
So niggas...

Welcome to my ain't no love, nigga
Just automatic weapons and drugs, nigga
You might not make it out the club, nigga
When they get it poppin', you better duck,
to my city, ain't no love, nigga
Drive here and have to go on the bus, nigga
be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga
These want your money,
they dont wanna fuck,

Ho city, mother fucker, that's where I'm
Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that
and get shot in they
When go off we walk away, we too cool to run
Every them Ho heads be like:
Look that damn fools damn done

They mean them done shot up the block
was zero near
I don't trust pussy, i put on all rubbers before I go in
superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a leak
And rap and rock will kill your ass
they tryna get a brick, let it
I'm tryna tell you, don't be on the back streets
Even they know me they might still try to jack me
So I don't carry one weapon, I pack three
Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's deep
You can still call the drank man and get codeine
But call the wrong one and get a bottle of no deine

to Houston, my nigga
Where you can have a time or you can die, nigga (Eh)

to my city ain't no love, nigga
Just automatic weapons and drugs, nigga
You might not even it out the club, nigga
When they get it poppin', you better duck,
Welcome to my city, ain't no love,
here and have to go home on the bus, nigga
Don't be on this gas shit for love, nigga
These bitches want money,
dont wanna fuck, nigga