Luyện nghe bài hát No Love

Welcome to Houston, the of the South
If you ain't from round
You might not it out
I done seen it all, plenty balled then
One day buying the
day lost it all
Don't let the fool you
Keep the tool 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, that's the streets I
Old school a glass set, paint whip
Back when if your role slipped you had to have
Been on the streets for a long
Never changed, from the to the top
Why you me?
Never stop, I stayed on grind
And you can do the same if you
yo' time, huh

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

Know them ho's violent
Everyday we sliding, controlling and
Yeah, on them phones acting we never had shit
All up on your card,
Grimy dirt, nigga
You spent the same shit you did for foreign ho
Have you ever seen a hundred dollar leg before?
Pert like that
Well let me tell you it
Welcome to the homeless crew, H verse everybody

Ain't no fakes homey, is no flex zone
Them country niggas starving, eat a through
your neck
You best have your tour with ya'
He best be on point, a bullseye, nigga
Little J said don't let a nigga play
We from the Brookes so it's cut throat
Shit, all I ever was a cup of straight
You add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes,

You can call it you want
here we call it life, some make it, most don't
But in the of my OG pimp
You gonna someone round here, real talk
So niggas...

to my city ain't no love, nigga
Just automatic weapons and drugs, nigga
You not even make it out the club, nigga
When get it poppin', you better duck, nigga
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, where I'm from
Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that
and get shot in they
guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run
Every week Ho heads be like:
Look what that damn fools damn

They mean done shot up the block again
was zero near
I don't trust pussy, i put on all three rubbers I go in
It's superbowl, you know ho's tryna hit a leak
And rap and rock niggas will your ass
they get a brick, let it down
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 gotta pack
Even HPD catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep
You can still call the man and get some codeine
But the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine

Welcome to Houston, my
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 not even 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 home on the bus,
Don't be on this gas shit looking for love,
These bitches your money,
dont wanna fuck, nigga