Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too to the edge on this one nigga
I ain't jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you I need you on this one nigga

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the nigga that shot up 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 left me in a foster home
I abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I hop in the SS without the Mossberg holmes
I've been 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 over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin I teach my son

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

2 - The Game]
I heard they got in New York now
Red in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love
Front court at the game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends
And you don't need that love, you G's like us
And your piece is similar to Biggie's
And life story is similar to 50's
First hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no Hype+, nigga fuck The Source
Plus them I don't need
And niggaz breathin' the same air as me
Actin' they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, fuck tomorrow, 'cause 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
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet throne
But I got nieces to feed, two to please
So I roam through the city the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my 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 block in the readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz doin' in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the we pour out liquor
So this is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of sons that went out in the war