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' jump though, I'ma it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you I need you on this one nigga

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I confess
night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the checks
I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my
My pops me in a foster home
I felt like Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I hop in the SS without the Mossberg holmes
I've been rappin' for a and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
Come to Compton, I got for real
Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz
But Karma come for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's I gotta teach my son

[Chorus - Evans]
I don't need love, no no no no
I don't your love
Need it, I don't want it, I don't it
I don't need your love, no I don't need your
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 that
court 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 Jesus piece is similar to
And life story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, they hate you again
What the do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no Hype+, nigga fuck The Source
Plus them I don't need
And niggaz breathin' the same air as me
Actin' like they bleed
We drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma in my own sorrows
life, fuck tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is

3 - The Game]
I was gassed up, 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 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 to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city like the of E
Gotta put Compton back 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 critics watchin' my
On my block in the coupe readin' kites from
I got niggaz doin' life in
All my fallen is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So this is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead that went out in the war