Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
I be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in 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, just get caught
if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't
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 of crime
I it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, just me and you
You see, people try to us filthy trash
Even though we live better and mo' cash
they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this ain't multiple
Without a college you only got your voice
You gotta for yours, or get nothin at all
This the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I trippin
Watch my back and don't start
Money won't talk, but it looks back
I dip into my stack
I'm cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
Things I couldn't get a high 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 on parole
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to
I go to now, but just to front
servin dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin
I hope you don't my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started thangs
And drive-by was a normal thang
Before brothers Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 later, and I'm still in the game
All my all I wanted was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or slingin at the sto'
Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just down the street all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke coke
But if I go back to 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 dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He disappeared quick, and he came right
He said, "You owe me a g, I you a week
You up my money, don't cop no plead
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was cool I all the shit
Big bank on my tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and all my friends
Make big money, right in my
And if you crossed them, they be on your case
You go under, six underground
You gets no from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a star
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin you find in my trunk
live like this, cause I ain't no punk
So down the dank and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My fingers all from the residue
Don't with me, I won't fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, that's the
take a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I
Mack these hoes every I get
Like a drop SL, three times
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 it apart
Talked about love to the end
But I broke heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also
to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep the
You gets no love from East Oakland,
That's the place I home
Where the Oakland players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases
Can't make no no other way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two ago I didn't know she existed
But now baby is one of my bitches
I don't care you say
I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
square ain't got no game
Hoes love me, cause I'm a
They think maybe I just fuck em later
I keep though, I don't work for free
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend endless days and endless
Plottin this shit to keep my right
I build 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 here's a little story from the streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his was Jack
Always had the bitches on their
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 call 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 trippin on his
Fine little bitch, I think her name is
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't trip
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even it's not legal
A young black man livin like rich
I got this game from a place
on the map, right there in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
day they're killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You try to make me rich