Luyện nghe bài hát No Love

Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the
If you ain't from here
You might not it out
I done it all, plenty balled then fall
One day buying the
next day it all
Don't let the fool you
Keep the close by
These jackals will play cool hit you with the four five
Don't let dick confuse you, thinking we soft
You gon' know, the real street niggas out

Homestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, home
When I was up, that's the streets I roamed
Old school a glass set, paint whip
Back when if your slipped you had to have respect
Been on the for a long 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 ain't no love,
Just weapons and plenty drugs, nigga
You might not even make it out the club,
When get it poppin', you better duck, nigga
Welcome to my city, ain't no love,
Drive and have to go home on the bus, nigga
be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga
These bitches your money,
dont wanna fuck, nigga

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

Ain't no fakes homey, this is no flex
Them country niggas starving, eat a hole
neck bone
You best have your tour with ya'
He be on point, like a bullseye, nigga
Little J said don't never let a nigga
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
Round here we call it life, some make it, most
But in the of my OG pimp
You gonna respect someone here, real talk
So niggas...

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

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

They mean them done up the block again
There was near
I don't trust pussy, i put on all three rubbers I go in
It's superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a
And rap and rock will kill your ass
they tryna get a brick, let it
I'm tell you, don't be parking 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 drank man and get codeine
But call the wrong one and get a full of no deine

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

Welcome to my ain't no love, nigga
automatic weapons 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, no love, nigga
Drive here and to go home on the bus, nigga
Don't be on this gas shit for love, nigga
bitches want your money,
they dont fuck, nigga