Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

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

1 - The Game]
I got on my chest, I must confess
Last I was the nigga 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 life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops me in a foster home
I felt like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
Come to Compton, I got stripes for
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost
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 side of the gun
That's I gotta teach my son

[Chorus - Faith
I need 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 don't need your
I don't need your
Cause, the, game, don't,

2 - The Game]
I they got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, name
New car, new house, and sometimes 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 to 50's
First they hate you, they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no Hype+, nigga fuck The Source
Plus awards I don't need
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
Actin' like they don't
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, 'cause reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked
Now the set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
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 like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's to be
Nuttin' between all my that's close to me
In the with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my
On my block in the coupe readin' from prison
I got niggaz doin' life in
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the mothers of sons that went out in the war