Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be by John the Pope
I be a pimp or sellin dope
in this town, it's goin on
And doin that can't 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 to a prison cell
So why the crime? Don't ask me
to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task jack me
The been told one million times
a boy growin up to a life of crime
I it before, you heard 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 drugs
And remember, this ain't multiple choice
a college degree you only got your voice
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my back and don't start
Money talk, but it looks right back
Everytime I dip into my
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile
Things I couldn't get with a high school
It's alright, cause I help myself
You should know, I can't do nothin else
And you better out for the day
you lock me up and throw that key away
Cause I'll be on parole
Ain't changed nothing, I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but just to
servin dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin
I hope you think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So many die for drugs
I think back on the way was
Before rock cocaine started thangs
And drive-by was a normal thang
Before bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm 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 school
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my partners at the sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior wasn't shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to and write
I'm just down the street all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that
But if I go to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man before I
So what I do, I can't even cope
I I'll get a sack and start 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 up my money, don't cop no plead
Cause in the Oak no love, $hort"
I knew right then I couldn't sell that
I was young, it was hard to tell
If I up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big bank on my finger
But I had a big bank, not back then
I kicked and watched all my friends
big money, right in my face
And if you ever crossed them, they be on case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love from the

I drive my top like a movie star
Drive around all night in old up cars
And if you stop me, no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I no punk
So break the dank and roll up that shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My all sticky from the residue
Don't fuck me, I won't fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild west, that's the place
Suckers a bite, and don't even taste
The lifestyle that I live
Mack these hoes every I get
a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a and I been known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
about love right to the end
But I broke your and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, fine
to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep the
You gets no love from 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
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases
Can't make no money no way
A bitch yelled "raid!", ain't true
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't she existed
But now baby is one of my bitches
I care what you say
Cause I catch bitches and get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square got no game
Hoes me, cause I'm a player
They maybe I just might 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 nights
Plottin this shit to my money right
I build in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm to do is keep my pockets fat
With this game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his was Jack
Always had the on their backs
told 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 the bitches her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the yesterday
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 ever got raw, he just beat ass
It goes on y'all, so don't trip
You gets no love from East Oakland,
Got sprung, even though it's not
A black man livin like rich people
I got game from a hard-ass place
on the map, right there in your face
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're killin
Can't say shit if you sho' shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You better try to me rich