Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

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

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the nigga that shot up 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 my chrome
My pops me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the 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
'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still found them niggaz
But Karma come for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's I gotta teach my son

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

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

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