Luyện nghe bài hát Dont't Need Your Love

Yo, Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one,
I ain't jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on one, nigga

I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your
Now I'm back in the hood, with in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Airs with the dyed checks
I was forced to this life, forced to bust my chrome
My Pops left me in a foster
I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mossberg
So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg

I've been rappin' for a and a half, my life is real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the
to Compton, I got stripes for real
Before Dre, before the ice, the deal, I was almost killed
Like 'Pac the Death Row deal
I got shot over two 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

I don't need your love, I don't need your
I don't it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I don't need love
'Cause the game change

I heard got Bloods in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French
New car, new house, and sometimes friends
And you don't need that love, when you G's us
And your Jesus piece is to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to
First hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it for a gangsta to win?

No mics, no unsigned hype, nigga the source
Plus them awards, I need
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
like they don't bleed
We don't drive the speed, this a Continental T
That's a case of Armadale, a continental suite
So drown in my own sorrows
Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga, 'cause is

I don't need your love, I don't your love
I want it, I don't need it
I don't your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game change

I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella up
Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked
Now The Game set in stone, the Frank set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm
to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne
But I got to feed, two coasts to please
So I roam through the city the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton back where it's to be

Nuttin' between all my that's close to me
In the streets with two fellas toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics my pivot
On my in the Coupe readin' kites from prison
I got niggaz life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out
So song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons that out in the war

I don't need your love, I don't need love
I don't it, I don't need it
I need your love, I don't need your love
'Cause the game don't

I don't need your love, I need your love
I don't it, I don't need it
I don't need your love, I need your love
'Cause the game don't