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

[Verse 1 - The
I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the
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 home
I felt abandoned like now that Mausberg 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 gon' bite the
Come to Compton, I got for real
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other of the gun
That's somethin I gotta 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 don't it
I don't need your love, no I need your love
I don't need love
Cause, the, game, don't,

[Verse 2 - The
I they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that
Front court at the game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes change
And you don't need love, when you G's like us
And your piece is similar to Biggie's
And your story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
Plus them awards I need
And them niggaz the same air as me
Actin' like they 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
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's with Black 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 nieces to feed, two coasts to
So I roam through the city the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's to be
Nuttin' between all my that's close to me
In the streets with two packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics my pivot
On my in the coupe readin' kites from prison
I got doin' life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that out in the war