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
day lost it all
Don't let the hype you
the tool close by
These will play cool then hit you with the four five
Don't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we
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 with a set, paint whip
Back if your role slipped you had to have respect
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 if you just
yo' time, huh

Welcome to my city no love, nigga
Just 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
be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga
These want your money,
dont wanna fuck, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

They them done shot up the block again
There was zero
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 will kill your ass
they get a brick, let it down
I'm tryna tell you, don't be parking on the back
Even though they know me they might try to jack me
So I don't carry one weapon, I gotta three
Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro that deep
You can still call the drank man and get codeine
But call the one and get a bottle full of no deine

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

Welcome to my city ain't no love,
Just automatic weapons and drugs, nigga
You not even make it out the club, nigga
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 gas shit looking for love, nigga
These bitches want money,
dont wanna fuck, nigga