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 gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw
Yo Prodigy, you know I you on this one nigga

[Verse 1 - The
I got shit on my chest, I confess
Last night I was the nigga that 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, to bust my chrome
My left me in a foster home
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg
So I don't hop in the SS without the holmes
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like before the Death Row deal
I got over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

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

2 - The Game]
I heard they got in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, name
New car, new house, and sometimes change
And you don't need that love, you G's like us
And Jesus piece is similar to Biggie's
And your life is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga The Source
Plus awards I don't need
And them breathin' the same air as me
like they don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma in my own sorrows
life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House 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 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 niggaz that's to me
In the streets two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm to be, got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my in the coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that out in the war