Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I be saved by John the Pope
I gotta be a or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's on
And brothers doin can't live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, don't get caught
if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a ticket to a prison cell
So why commit the Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I money like a champ, now ask me
Why does the task force jack me
The story's been told one times
About a boy up to a life of crime
I it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to us filthy trash
though we live better and make mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this ain't choice
Without a college you only got your voice
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a
day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my back and don't start
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 high school
alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, I can't do nothin else
And you watch out for the day
When you lock me up and that key away
Cause I'll be back on
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm to roll
I go to school now, but just to
servin dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I keep on makin money
I hope you think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way was
Before rock started runnin thangs
And shootings was a normal thang
brothers bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was or slingin at the liquor sto'
nothin but street life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my partners at the house coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a to fight
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the street all
High as hell, my is gone
I'm thinkin some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I that coke
But if I go back to school and get
Be a old-ass man I graduated
So should I do, I can't even cope
I guess I'll get a sack and start dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He disappeared quick, and he came right
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a
You fuck up my money, don't cop no
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew then I couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to
If I grow up and be rich as
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big bank on my tips
But I never had a big bank, not then
I back and watched all my friends
Make big money, right in my
And if you ever crossed them, be on your case
You go under, six underground
You gets no love from the

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