Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on one nigga
I ain't gon' though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you I need you on this one nigga

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my
My left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg
So I don't hop in the SS the Mossberg holmes
I've been rappin' for a and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac the Death Row deal
I got over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

[Chorus - Faith
I don't your love, no no no no
I need your love
Need it, I don't want it, I need it
I don't need your love, no I don't your love
I don't your love
Cause, the, game, don't,

2 - The Game]
I heard got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Harlem now, I need that love
court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends
And you don't need love, when you G's like us
And Jesus piece is similar to Biggie's
And life story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, they love you, then they hate you again
What the do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, fuck The Source
Plus them I don't need
And them niggaz the same air as me
Actin' like don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a suite
So drown in my own sorrows
life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the game set in stone, the Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, wet your throne
But I got to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the watchin' my pivot
On my block in the coupe readin' from prison
I got niggaz doin' life in
All my soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the of dead sons that went out in the war