Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
I gotta be a pimp or sellin
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 cell
So why commit the Don't 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 told one times
About a boy growin up to a life of
I it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, try to call us filthy trash
though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this ain't multiple
Without a college degree you got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
This the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I trippin
Watch my back and start slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
Everytime I dip into my
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile
Things I couldn't get a high school diploma
It's alright, 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 throw key away
Cause I'll be on parole
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 just keep on money
I hope you don't think my amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
rock cocaine started runnin thangs
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was pimpin or slingin at the sto'
Ain't nothin but street life, fuck school
All the up there ain't even cool
my partners at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
Muthafuckas learnin how to read and write
I'm walkin down the street all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that
But if I go to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man I graduated
So should I do, I can't even cope
I guess get a sack and start slingin dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He disappeared quick, and he right back
He said, "You owe me a g, I you a week
You fuck up my money, don't cop no
Cause in the Oak no love, $hort"
I knew then I couldn't sell that coke
I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was cool I all the shit
Big on my finger tips
But I never had a big bank, not then
I kicked back and all my friends
big money, right in my face
And if you ever crossed them, they be on case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love from the

I drive my top everyday like a movie
Drive around all in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you find in my
Gotta live like this, I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up that
Light the muthafucka, a fat-ass hit
My all sticky from the residue
Don't fuck with me, I fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild west, that's the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The California lifestyle that I
Mack hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to
I'm a muthafucka, I broke heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
Talked love right to the end
But I broke heart and, bitch, I do it again
So and tender, also fine
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I what I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I call
Where the Oakland players roam
Game stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases
Can't 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 baby is one of my bitches
I care what you say
Cause I bitches and straight get pay
You don't care I'm sayin
Punk-ass square ain't got no
love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just might fuck em
I keep mackin though, I don't work for
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend days and endless nights
this shit to keep my money right
I build stages in my mind, and all an act
All I'm to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and funky beats
Now here's a little story the Oakland streets
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, he's got hoes
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't 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 yesterday
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It on y'all, so don't even trip
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even it's not legal
A black man livin like rich people
I got game from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right in your face
I see my people, all with joy
day they're killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' can't
muthafuckas will smoke them boots
You gets no love from Oakland,
You try to make me rich