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 this one

[Verse 1 - The
I got shit on my chest, I must
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 this life, forced to 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 without the holmes
I've rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost
Like before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found niggaz
But Karma quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

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

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

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and Puff
Now the set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
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 through the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where 'sposed to be
Nuttin' all my niggaz that's 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 in the coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz doin' in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni
And all the of dead sons that went out in the war