Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

Ain't no in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin 'I love you'
But no love, bitch

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
I gotta be a or sellin dope
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers that can't live too long
So my option, do it or not
a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
Cause if I do, I'm goin to
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why commit the crime? ask me
Went to school everyday, and I can't read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force me
The story's been one million times
About a boy up to a life of crime
I it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, just me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy
Even though we better and make mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner drugs
And remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got voice
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
Watch my back and start slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
I dip into my stack
I'm cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
Things I couldn't get with a school diploma
alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, I can't do nothin else
And you better out for the day
When you me up and throw that key away
I'll be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm to roll
I go to school now, but to front
Still dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin
I you don't think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't him
So many blackmen die for
I think on the way life was
rock cocaine started runnin thangs
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my all I wanted was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor
Ain't nothin but life, fuck that school
All the squares up there even cool
Plus my partners at the house coke all day
Hit the mall players, spendin fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a to fight
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm
I know I be a if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to school and get
Be a old-ass man I graduated
So what should I do, I can't cope
I guess I'll get a and start slingin dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He quick, and he came right back
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a
You fuck up my money, cop no plead
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I couldn't sell coke
I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big on my finger tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and all my friends
big money, right in my face
And if you ever crossed them, be on your case
You go under, six underground
You gets no love the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a movie
Drive around all night in old up cars
And if you me, ain't no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta live this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and up that shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the
Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck you
life is only give and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers take a bite, and even taste
The lifestyle that I live
these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times
I'm a pimp, a player and I been to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She gave it all to me, and I it apart
Talked about love to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it
So and tender, also fine
Tryin to get Short Dog all the
I what I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no love from East Oakland,
That's the place I call
Where the Oakland players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases
make no money no other way
A bitch "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you laid down, and she you
Two days ago I didn't know she
But now is just one of my bitches
I care what you say
I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square got no game
love me, cause I'm a player
They maybe I just might fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I don't for free
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend endless days and endless
Plottin this shit to my money right
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is keep my fat
With pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the on their backs
Jack told Tania, "I you so"
But Jack's a mack, got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew the bitches her boyfriend had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He got the pussy yesterday
You see, ain't trippin on his girlfriend
little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so even trip
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young black man livin like people
I got this game from a place
It's on the map, right there in face
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day they're homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' can't
Cause will smoke them boots
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You better try to me rich