Luyện nghe bài hát No Love

Now it comes to blowing dro you know i gots the bomb,
quick to dump these bullets up in your ass le braun,
got me bustin' at haters, i'm a motherfucking killer,
just me the westside mobster, i'm your real ass nigga,
motherfuckers try to play me cause they i get my cash on,
do a 187 with this motherfucking mask, jumpin up the truck,
deeper-est bass on this bomb b, **Dont know what he says** his brains on the conrete,
Now I gets more paper then the of these ballers,
tat for tat, the street sweeper from the corner,
Never me slippin, cause im gonna keep a trey pound, lay down,
on that ass cause im from K town,Nigga,

They hated since the very start, so I shitted on the game,
thats why twista gots, no heart,(aint no bitch) twista gots, no heart,(aint no love bitch)
thats why twista gots no heart,(aint no bitch)

Better shoot a nigga up, shoot a nigga up if he dont wanna get me my pay-ah(aint no love bitch)
Kill a for the dust, Kill a nigga for the dust, cause its the chi town way-ah(aint no love bitch)
Better shoot a nigga up, Better a nigga up if he dont wanna get me my pay-ah(aint no love bitch)
Kill a nigga for the dust, Kill a nigga for the dust, its the chi town way-ah(aint no love bitch)

It's me and 22 twista, rollin, 6 fo, impala on gold, its top back, on my lap,
LAPD patrolin, ghetto over my shoulders, ima boss,
and i catch bullets in the field like moss, moss,
Im the of L.A, got L.A on my face, hydrolics in the trunk, and the cake by the safe,
I dont bathing Apes, I got the in jail,
I hoodies for real, you wear hoodies like pharrell,
pharrell, got pastell colours on him, i got a tv in the showing colours on it,
selling candy brain, its for lovers only, coke til i die put my dead brother on it,
as i ride with my gun and my vest, niggas in the chi call me west,
when im fresh outta henisey im buying the bar,
toast for my niggas, the pen.