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 it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you I need you on this one nigga

[Verse 1 - The
I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your
Now I'm back in the hood, rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the checks
I was to live this life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a home
I felt abandoned like Quik now Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come quicker for a nigga on the other of the gun
That's I gotta teach my son

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

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

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the set in stone, the Frank Muniz 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 the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put back where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my niggaz close to me
In the streets with two packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my
On my block in the readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out
So song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons went out in the war