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 jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
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 nigga shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a home
I felt abandoned like Quik now Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the holmes
been rappin' for a year 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, before the ice, the deal, I was almost killed
'Pac before the Death Row deal
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 somethin I teach my son

[Chorus - Evans]
I don't your love, no no no no
I don't 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 your
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 friends 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 they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you
What the do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no Hype+, nigga fuck The Source
them awards I don't need
And them breathin' the same air as me
Actin' they don't bleed
We drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, a continental suite
So drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause is

[Verse 3 - The
I was up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House 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
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
Gotta put back 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' kites from
I got niggaz doin' in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the we pour out liquor
So this is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead that went out in the war