Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on one nigga
I gon' jump 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 I was the nigga that 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 life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster
I felt like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I hop in the SS without the Mossberg holmes
been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, the deal, I was almost killed
'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still found them niggaz
But Karma come for a nigga on the other side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

[Chorus - Faith
I don't need love, no no no no
I don't need love
Need it, I don't it, I don't 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 heard got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Harlem now, I need that love
court 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 is similar to Biggie's
And your story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, they hate you again
the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
Plus them awards I don't
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
like they don't bleed
We drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental
So I'ma in my own sorrows
Live life, tomorrow, nigga '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 your
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to
So I roam through the like the ghost of E
put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my that's close to me
In the with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the watchin' 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 this is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons went out in the war