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 jump though, I'ma keep 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 projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the
Tan khakis and 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 abandoned like Quik now that gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg
I've been for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
Come to Compton, I got for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost
Like 'Pac the Death Row deal
I got shot 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 somethin I gotta my son

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

[Verse 2 - The
I heard they got Bloods in New now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I that love
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 your piece is similar to Biggie's
And your story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then love you, then they hate you again
the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, fuck The Source
Plus awards I don't need
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
Actin' like they don't
We don't drive the speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., passed up
Sat in Daddy's House 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 to please
So I roam the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton where 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 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 song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni
And all the mothers of sons that went out in the war