Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I be saved by John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin
Cause in this town, it's 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 to a prison cell
So why commit the crime? ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I count money a champ, now ask me
Why does the task force jack me
The story's told one million times
About a boy growin up to a of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, just me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy
Even though we better and make mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner drugs
And remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a college degree you got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
ain't 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 right 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 else
And you better out for the day
you lock me up and throw that key away
Cause be back on parole
changed nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but just to
Still dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just on makin money
I you don't think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't him
So many blackmen die for
I think on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal
brothers bought 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 at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but life, fuck that school
All the squares up there even cool
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 learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the all alone
High as hell, my mind is
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 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 up my money, don't cop no plead
Cause in the Oak no love, $hort"
I knew right I couldn't sell that coke
I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was I knew 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 ever crossed them, be on your case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love the Oaktown

I my top everyday like a movie star
Drive around all in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, I ain't no punk
So break down the and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My fingers all sticky from the
Don't with me, I won't fuck with you
life is only give and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild wild west, that's the
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The California lifestyle that I
Mack these hoes chance I get
Like a drop SL, three black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She gave it all to me, and I it apart
Talked love right to the end
But I your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So and tender, also fine
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I take I want, you can keep the rest
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the I call home
Where the City players roam
Game don't stop, to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
some nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed everyday
Can't no money no other way
A bitch "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you laid down, and she you
Two days ago I didn't 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
Punk-ass ain't got no game
Hoes love me, cause I'm a
They think maybe I just might fuck em
I keep mackin though, I work for free
To be a hoe you gotta pay me
I spend endless days and nights
Plottin this shit to keep my right
I build stages in my mind, and all an act
All I'm tryin to do is my pockets fat
this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a story from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the bitches on their
Jack Tania, "I love you so"
But a mack, he's got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say up
He didn't call back, cause she was out to fuck
She beeped Mike, she got mad
She about the bitches her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He got the pussy 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 just beat ass
It goes on y'all, so even trip
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young black man livin like people
I got game from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right there in your
I see my people, all with joy
Next day killin homeboys
Can't say if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You gets no love from Oakland,
You better try to make me