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 be saved by John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or dope
Cause in this town, goin on
And brothers that can't live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just get caught
Cause if I do, I'm to jail
On a one-way ticket to a cell
So why the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I can't read
I money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force me
The story's been one million times
About a boy growin up to a life of
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us trash
though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good
Standin on the corner drugs
And just remember, ain't multiple choice
Without a degree you only got your voice
You gotta for yours, or get nothin at all
ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
Watch my and don't start slippin
won't talk, but it looks right back
Everytime I dip into my
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get with a high school
It's alright, I just help myself
You know, cause 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 ready to
I go to now, but just to front
Still servin dopefiends 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 think on the way life was
Before rock started runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a thang
Before bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 later, and I'm still in the game
All my life all I was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor
Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that
All the up there ain't even cool
Plus my partners at the house coke all day
Hit the mall like players, fat-ass bank
Junior high shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to and write
I'm walkin down the street all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some shit and I'm broke
I I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
But if I go to school and get educated
Be a man before I graduated
So what should I do, I can't cope
I guess I'll get a sack and start slingin
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 right then I sell that coke
When I was young, it was to tell
If I up and be rich as hell
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big bank on my tips
But I never had a big bank, not then
I kicked back and watched all my
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever crossed them, be on your case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love from the

I my top everyday like a movie star
around all night in old towed 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 the dank and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town where the strong 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, times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She it all to me, and I tore it apart
about love right to the end
But I broke heart and, bitch, I do it again
So and tender, also fine
to get Short Dog all the time
I take I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I home
Where the City players roam
Game stop, listen to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
some nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases
Can't make no money no way
A bitch yelled "raid!", ain't true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two ago I didn't know she existed
But now is just one of my bitches
I don't care you say
Cause I bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
square ain't got no game
Hoes me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just might fuck em
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 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 this pimp game, and these 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 a mack, he's 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 just got the yesterday
You see, ain't trippin on his girlfriend
little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike the bills always in cash
And if she got raw, he just beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A young black man livin like people
I got this from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right there in your
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're homeboys
Can't say shit if you can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them
You gets no from Oakland, bitch
You better try to me rich