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 keep it raw
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on one nigga

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 now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my 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 Death Row
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 don't need love, no no no no
I don't need your
Need it, I don't want it, I need it
I don't need your love, no I need your love
I don't need your
Cause, the, game, don't,

2 - The Game]
I they got Bloods 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 love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus is similar to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to
First they hate you, then they you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
Plus them awards I need
And them breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like they don't
We don't drive the same speed, this a T
That's a case of Armadale, a continental suite
So I'ma in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, '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 king of the streets, niggaz'll wet throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to
So I roam the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back it's 'sposed to be
between all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my
On my block in the coupe readin' kites prison
I got doin' life in prison
All my soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni
And all the of dead sons that went out in the war