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' though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I you on this one nigga

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the checks
I was forced to this life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops me in a foster home
I felt abandoned Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS the Mossberg holmes
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
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a on the other side of the gun
That's somethin I gotta my son

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

2 - The Game]
I heard they got in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I that love
Front at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and friends change
And you don't that love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus is similar to Biggie's
And your story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
Plus them awards I don't
And them breathin' the same air as me
like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
That's a of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma in my own sorrows
life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., passed up
Sat in Daddy's House Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the game set in stone, the 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 to please
So I roam through the like the ghost of E
Gotta put back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my niggaz that's to me
In the streets with two fellas toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the watchin' my pivot
On my block in the coupe readin' from prison
I got niggaz life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we out liquor
So song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that out in the war