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 this one

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the nigga shot up your projects
Now I'm in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs the dyed checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to my chrome
My pops left me in a home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg
So I don't hop in the SS without the holmes
I've rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

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

[Verse 2 - The
I heard they got in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that
Front at the Knicks game, new chick, French 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 similar to
First they you, then they love you, then they 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 niggaz breathin' the air as me
Actin' they don't bleed
We don't drive the speed, this a Continental T
a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was up, Murder 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 Muniz set in
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 city the ghost of E
Gotta put back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics my pivot
On my block in the coupe readin' from prison
I got doin' 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 went out in the war