Luyện nghe bài hát No Love

Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the
If you from round here
You not make it out
I done seen it all, plenty then fall
One day buying the
day lost it all
Don't let the fool you
Keep the close by
These jackals will cool then hit you with the four five
Don't let dick riders confuse you, we soft
You gon' know, when the street niggas out

Homestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, home
When I was coming up, that's the streets I
Old school a glass set, paint whip
Back when if your role 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 always on grind
And you can do the if you just
yo' time, huh

Welcome to my city ain't no love,
Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs,
You might not 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 home on the bus,
Don't be on this gas shit for love, nigga
These want your money,
they dont fuck, nigga

Know them ho's remain
Everyday we sliding, and profiling
Yeah, on them phones acting like we had shit
All up on card, nigga
Grimy dirt, nigga
You the same shit you did for that foreign ho
Have you ever a hundred thousand dollar leg before?
Pert like that
Well let me tell you it
Welcome to the homeless crew, H town verse

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

You can it what you want
Round here we call it life, some make it, most
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 weapons and plenty drugs, nigga
You not even make it out the club, nigga
When they get it poppin', you duck, nigga
to my city, ain't no love, nigga
Drive and have to go home on the bus, nigga
Don't be on 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, niggas talk shit
and get in they tongue
When guns go off we walk away, we too to run
Every them Ho heads be like:
Look what that damn damn done

They mean them done 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 know these ho's hit a leak
And rap and niggas will kill your ass
they get a brick, let it down
I'm tryna you, don't be parking on the back streets
Even though they know me might still try to jack me
So I don't one weapon, I gotta pack three
Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's deep
You can still the drank man and get some codeine
But call the wrong one and get a full of no deine

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

Welcome to my city ain't no love,
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, ain't no love,
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 fuck, nigga