Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
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
Cause if I do, I'm to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why commit the crime? ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the force jack me
The story's been told one million
About a boy up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us trash
Even we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a thug
Standin on the sellin drugs
And remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a degree you only got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a
day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my back and don't start
Money won't talk, but it looks right
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, I can't do nothin 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 nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but to front
Still servin dopefiends what they
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 faze him
So many blackmen die for
I think back on the way was
Before rock cocaine started runnin
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive
12 Years later, and I'm still in the
All my life all I was a few hoes
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
Plus my partners at the house sell all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a to fight
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the street all
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm bout some brand-new 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 even
I guess I'll get a sack and slingin dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He quick, and he came right back
He said, "You owe me a g, I you a week
You fuck up my money, don't cop no
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I couldn't sell coke
When I was young, it was 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 kicked and watched all my friends
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever them, they be on your case
You go under, six underground
You gets no love from the

I drive my top like a movie star
Drive around all night in old towed up
And if you stop me, no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta live this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up that
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My fingers all from the residue
Don't fuck me, I won't fuck with you
Cause life is only give and
In the town where the strong the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle I live
Mack these hoes every I get
Like a drop SL, three 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 it apart
Talked love right to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it
So young and tender, fine
to get Short 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 City roam
Game stop, listen to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed some nigga, and he got caught
High-speed everyday
make no money no other way
A yelled "raid!", that ain't true
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't know she
But now is just one of my bitches
I care what you say
Cause I catch and straight get pay
You care what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square got no game
love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I work for free
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend endless days and endless
Plottin this shit to keep my money
I build stages in my mind, and all an act
All I'm to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky
Now a little story from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the bitches on backs
told Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, he's got hoes
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the bitches her had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy
You see, Mike ain't 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 trip
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A young man livin like rich people
I got game from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' can't
Cause will smoke them boots
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You better try to me rich