Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

Ain't no in Oakland, bitch
always talkin 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 pimp or sellin
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, 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 the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday the task force jack me
The story's been told one million
About a boy growin up to a of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, just 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 corner sellin
And just remember, this ain't multiple
Without a college degree you got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I trippin
Watch my back and don't slippin
Money talk, but it looks right back
I dip into my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile
Things I couldn't get a high school diploma
It's alright, cause I just myself
You should know, cause I can't do else
And you better out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key
Cause I'll be back on
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to
I go to school now, but to front
Still servin dopefiends what want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin
I hope you don't think my amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So many die for drugs
I think on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, to drive Mustangs
12 later, and I'm still 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 ain't even cool
Plus my partners at the sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior high shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't how to read and write
I'm just walkin the street all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm
I know I be a fiend if I that coke
But if I go to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man before I
So should 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 came back
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a
You fuck up my money, don't cop no
Cause in the Oak no love, $hort"
I knew right I couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was to tell
If I grow up and be rich as
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big bank on my tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
I back and watched all my friends
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever crossed them, they be on case
You go under, six feet
You no love from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a star
Drive around all in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I no punk
So break the dank and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the
Don't fuck with me, I won't with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town where the strong the fake
The wild wild west, that's the
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The lifestyle that I live
these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
about love right to the end
But I broke heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, fine
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep the
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the I call home
the Oakland City players roam
Game stop, listen to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed some nigga, and he got caught
chases everyday
Can't make no money no way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't she existed
But now baby is just one of my
I don't what you say
Cause I catch and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm
Punk-ass ain't got no game
love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I might fuck 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
this shit 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 pimp game, and funky beats
Now a little story from the Oakland streets
You see, had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
Always had the bitches on their
Jack Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say up
He call back, cause she was only out to fuck
She beeped Mike, she got mad
She knew about the bitches her had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He got the pussy yesterday
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her is Lynn
Mike paid the always in cash
And if she got raw, he just beat that ass
It on y'all, so don't even trip
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A young black man livin like people
I got this game from a hard-ass
It's on the map, there in your face
I see my people, all with joy
day they're killin homeboys
Can't say if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You better try to make me