Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

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

[Verse 1 - The
I got shit on my chest, I confess
Last night I was the nigga that up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and Nike Airs 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 now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg
I've rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got for real
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a on the other side of the gun
That's I gotta teach my son

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

[Verse 2 - The
I they 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 change
And you don't need that love, when you G's us
And your Jesus is similar to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to
First hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to
No mics, no Hype+, nigga fuck The Source
Plus them I don't need
And them breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, this a T
That's a of Armadale, this a continental suite
So drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, 'cause reality is

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