Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on one nigga
I ain't gon' though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on one nigga

[Verse 1 - The
I got on my chest, I must confess
night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the
Tan and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a home
I felt like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS the Mossberg holmes
I've been 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 for real
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the 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
That's 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 they got Bloods in New now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that
court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and friends change
And you don't need love, when 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 niggaz the same air as me
Actin' like don't bleed
We don't the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause is

[Verse 3 - The
I was up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked
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 to please
So I roam through the city the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my niggaz that's to me
In the streets with two fellas packin' for me
I'm to be, got all the critics watchin' my pivot
On my block in the readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz doin' life in
All my fallen is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the of dead sons that went out in the war