Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or dope
Cause in this town, it's on
And brothers doin that can't too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get
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 everyday, and I still can't read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why does the task force jack me
The story's been one million times
About a boy growin up to a life of
I it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, just me and you
You see, try to call us filthy trash
Even though we live better and mo' cash
they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner sellin
And just remember, this ain't choice
Without a college degree you only got your
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
Watch my back and don't start
Money won't talk, but it looks right
Everytime I dip into my
I'm cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
Things I couldn't get a high school diploma
It's alright, cause I just help
You should know, cause I can't do nothin
And you better out for the day
When you me up and throw that key away
I'll be back on parole
Ain't nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but just to
Still servin dopefiends what they
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on money
I hope you think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't him
So many die for drugs
I think back on the way was
Before rock cocaine started runnin
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 wanted was a few
If I was pimpin or slingin at the sto'
Ain't nothin but life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't even
my partners at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior high wasn't but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to and write
I'm walkin down 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 smoke coke
But if I go to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man 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 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 right then I couldn't sell coke
When I was young, it was hard to
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big on my finger tips
But I never had a big bank, not then
I back and watched all my friends
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever crossed them, they be on your
You go under, six underground
You gets no from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a movie
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you me, ain't no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta like this, cause 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 won't with you
Cause life is give and take
In the town the strong control the fake
The wild west, that's the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The California lifestyle I live
Mack these hoes every I get
Like a SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She it all to me, and I tore it apart
Talked about right to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it
So and tender, also fine
Tryin to get Short Dog all the
I what I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I home
the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
some nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed everyday
make no money no other way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't
Cause you laid down, and she you
Two days ago I didn't know she
But now is just one of my bitches
I don't what you say
Cause I catch bitches and get pay
You care what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square ain't got no
Hoes love me, I'm a player
They think maybe I just fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I don't work for
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend endless days and 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 game, and these funky beats
Now a little story from the Oakland streets
You see, had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
had the bitches on their backs
Jack Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, 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 about the her boyfriend had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He just got the yesterday
You see, Mike trippin on his girlfriend
Fine bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the always in cash
And if she got raw, he just beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so even trip
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A young man livin like rich people
I got this game from a hard-ass
on the map, right there in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day they're homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' shoot
muthafuckas will smoke them boots
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You try to make me rich