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 can't be saved by the Pope
I gotta be a or sellin dope
Cause in this town, goin on
And brothers doin that live too long
So my option, do it or not
a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
Cause if I do, I'm goin to
On a ticket to a prison cell
So why the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the force jack me
The story's been one million times
About a boy growin up to a life of
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy
Even we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good
Standin on the corner sellin
And just remember, this multiple choice
a college degree you only got your voice
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
Watch my back and don't slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
I dip into my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile
Things I couldn't get with a high school
It's alright, I just help myself
You know, cause I can't do nothin else
And you better out for the day
When you lock me up and that key away
Cause I'll be back on
Ain't changed nothing, I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but to front
Still servin dopefiends what want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on money
I you don't think my story's amazin
I it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I think on the way life was
Before rock cocaine runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor
Ain't nothin but street life, that school
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
Muthafuckas learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to school and get
Be a old-ass man I graduated
So what should I do, I even cope
I guess get a sack and start slingin 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 give you a
You fuck up my money, cop no plead
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right I couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was to tell
If I grow up and be rich as
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big bank on my tips
But I never had a big bank, not 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 underground
You gets no love from the

I drive my top everyday like a star
Drive around all night in old up cars
And if you stop me, no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta like this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck you
Cause life is only and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild wild west, that's the
Suckers take a bite, and don't taste
The lifestyle that I live
Mack hoes every chance I get
Like a SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to
I'm a muthafucka, I broke heart
She it all to me, and I tore it apart
about love right to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it
So young and tender, also
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can the rest
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I call
Where the City players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed some nigga, and he never got
High-speed chases
Can't no money no other way
A yelled "raid!", that ain't true
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I 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 care what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square ain't got no
Hoes love me, 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 keep my money
I build in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm to do is keep my pockets fat
this pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the streets
You see, had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
Always had the bitches on their
Jack Tania, "I love you so"
But a mack, he's got several hoes
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't call back, cause she was only out to
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 pussy
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her is Lynn
paid the bills always in cash
And if she got raw, he just beat that ass
It on y'all, so don't even trip
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young man livin like rich people
I got this game from a hard-ass
It's on the map, there in your face
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' can't
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them
You gets no love from Oakland,
You try to make me rich