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

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
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 Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to live life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops me in a foster home
I abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS the Mossberg holmes
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
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come for a nigga on the other side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

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

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

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella up
Sat in Daddy's House with Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the game set in stone, the Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, wet your 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
Nuttin' between all my niggaz close to me
In the streets with two fellas toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the watchin' my pivot
On my block in the coupe readin' kites 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 sons that went out in the war