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' 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 confess
Last night I was the nigga shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my
My pops left me in a foster
I felt abandoned like 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 life is
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them
But Karma come quicker for a on the other side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

[Chorus - Faith
I don't your love, no no no no
I don't your love
Need it, I don't 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,

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

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the game set in stone, the Frank 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 to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's to be
between all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two packin' toast for me
I'm to be, got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my in the coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz 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 of dead sons that went out in the war