Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on one nigga
I gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you I need you on this one nigga

[Verse 1 - The
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 in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to my chrome
My pops me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg
So I don't hop in the SS the Mossberg holmes
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, before the deal, I was almost
Like 'Pac before the Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't them niggaz
But Karma come for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin I gotta my son

- Faith Evans]
I need your love, no no no no
I don't need love
Need it, I want it, I don't need 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 now, I need that love
court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends
And you don't that love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is to Biggie's
And your story is similar to 50's
First hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
What the do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
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
That's a case of Armadale, 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 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
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your
But I got nieces to feed, two to please
So I roam through the city like the of E
Gotta put Compton where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas 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' in prison
All my soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons went out in the war