Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by the Pope
I gotta be a or sellin dope
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, don't get caught
Cause if I do, I'm to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why the crime? Don't ask me
to school everyday, and I still can't read
I money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday the task force jack me
The story's been one million times
About a boy growin up to a of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy
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 multiple choice
Without a degree you only got your voice
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
Watch my back and start slippin
Money won't talk, but it looks back
I dip into my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get with a school diploma
It's alright, I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do nothin
And you watch out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key
Cause I'll be back on
Ain't nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but to front
Still dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I keep on makin money
I hope you don't think my story's
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So many blackmen die for
I back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine runnin thangs
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm still in the
All my all I wanted was a few hoes
If I was or slingin at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my partners at the sell coke all day
Hit the like players, spendin fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't but a place to fight
Muthafuckas learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm
I I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to and get educated
Be a man before I graduated
So what I do, I can't even cope
I guess I'll get a sack and 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, cop no plead
in the Oak ain't 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 rich as
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big bank on my tips
But I never had a big bank, not back
I back and watched all my friends
big money, right in my face
And if you ever crossed them, they be on case
You go under, six underground
You gets no love from the

I drive my top everyday like a star
Drive around all in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no what you find in my trunk
Gotta live this, cause I ain't no punk
So break the dank and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't with you
Cause life is only give and
In the where the strong control the fake
The wild west, that's the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The California lifestyle that I
Mack these every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three black
I'm a pimp, a and I been known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She it all to me, and I tore it apart
Talked about love 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 take what I want, you can the rest
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
the place I call home
Where the Oakland players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed some nigga, and he got caught
High-speed everyday
make no money no other way
A bitch yelled "raid!", ain't true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't know she
But now baby is just one of my
I care what you say
Cause I bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square got no game
Hoes me, cause I'm a player
think maybe I just might fuck em later
I mackin though, I don't work for free
To be a hoe you gotta pay me
I spend days and endless nights
Plottin this to keep 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 this game, and these funky beats
Now here's a story from the Oakland streets
You see, had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
Always had the bitches on 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 call back, cause she was out to fuck
She beeped Mike, she got mad
She knew the bitches her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy
You see, Mike ain't trippin on his
Fine little bitch, I her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, though it's not legal
A young black man livin like people
I got this game from a place
It's on the map, right there in your
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day killin homeboys
say shit if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You better try to make me