Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

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

1 - The Game]
I got on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga 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 left me in a foster home
I abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone
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 gon' the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for
Before Dre, the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found niggaz
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 need love
Need it, I don't want it, I need it
I need your love, no I don't need your love
I need your love
Cause, the, game, don't,

[Verse 2 - The
I heard they got Bloods in New now
Red rags in Uptown now, I need that love
court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and friends change
And you don't need that love, when you G's us
And your Jesus piece is 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+, nigga The Source
Plus them awards I need
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
Actin' like they 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, 'cause reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the game set in stone, the Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet throne
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
Nuttin' between all my niggaz that's to me
In the with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics my pivot
On my block in the coupe readin' kites prison
I got niggaz doin' life in
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