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' though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on one nigga

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I confess
Last I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike with the dyed checks
I was forced to this life, forced to bust my chrome
My left me in a foster home
I felt like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS the Mossberg holmes
I've rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got for real
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac 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
That's somethin I gotta my son

- Faith Evans]
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 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 need love
Front at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes change
And you don't need that love, when you G's us
And your piece is similar to Biggie's
And life story is similar to 50's
they hate you, then they 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 I don't need
And them breathin' the same air as me
like they don't bleed
We don't the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella up
Sat in Daddy's with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
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 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 with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin' my
On my block in the coupe kites from prison
I got niggaz life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out
So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Shakur
And all the mothers of sons that went out in the war