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

[Verse 1 - The
I got shit on my chest, I 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 the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my
My pops left me in a foster
I felt abandoned Quik now that 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 gon' bite the
Come to Compton, I got for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot over two pounds of weed, ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other of the gun
That's somethin I teach my son

[Chorus - Evans]
I need your love, no no no no
I don't need love
Need it, I don't want it, I need it
I don't need your love, no I don't need 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 that 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 piece is similar to Biggie's
And your life is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, then hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, fuck The Source
Plus them awards I don't
And them breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like they don't
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
That's a of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella up
Sat in Daddy's with Black 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, wet your throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to
So I roam the city like the ghost of E
put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my
On my block in the readin' kites 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 that went out in the war