Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too to the edge on this one nigga
I gon' jump 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 shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed
I was forced to live this life, forced to my chrome
My pops left me in a foster
I abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg
been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, the deal, I was almost killed
'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a on the other side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

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

2 - The Game]
I heard they got Bloods in New now
Red rags in Uptown now, I need that love
Front at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and friends change
And you don't need that love, you G's like us
And your piece is similar to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to
First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga The Source
Plus them awards I need
And niggaz breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like they bleed
We drive the same speed, this a Continental T
a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga reality 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 Muniz set in
Dre cut me a check, I'm
to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne
But I got to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the of E
Gotta put back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my niggaz close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' for me
I'm to be, got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my in the coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz life in prison
All my soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead that went out in the war