Luyện nghe bài hát No Love

Welcome to Houston, the of the South
If you ain't round here
You might not it out
I done seen it all, plenty 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, when the real niggas out

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

Welcome to my city ain't no love,
automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga
You might not make it out the club, nigga
When 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
bitches want your money,
they dont wanna fuck,

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

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

You can call it what you
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 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, no love, nigga
Drive here and to go home on the bus, nigga
be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga
These bitches want money,
dont wanna fuck, nigga

Ho city, mother fucker, that's I'm from
Look me in the eyes, talk that shit
and get in they tongue
guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run
Every week Ho heads be like:
what that damn fools damn done

They mean them shot up the block again
There was zero
I don't pussy, i put on all three rubbers before I go in
It's superbowl, you 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 parking on the streets
Even though they me they might still try to jack me
So I don't carry one weapon, I pack three
Even HPD catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep
You can still call the man and get some codeine
But call the wrong one and get a bottle of no deine

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

Welcome to my city ain't no love,
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 have to go home on the bus,
Don't be on this gas shit looking for love,
These bitches want money,
they dont wanna fuck,