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 John the
I gotta be a pimp or dope
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers that can't 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 one-way ticket to a prison
So why commit the crime? ask me
Went to everyday, and I still can't read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force me
The story's been told one million
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 we live better and make mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
on the corner sellin drugs
And remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a degree you only got your voice
You gotta for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't a ball
day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my and don't start slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
Everytime I dip my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get with a high diploma
It's alright, cause I just myself
You know, cause I can't do nothin else
And you watch out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key
Cause I'll be on parole
Ain't nothing, cause 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 makin
I hope you don't think my 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 started thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to 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 life, fuck that school
All the up there ain't even cool
Plus my partners at the house coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to read and
I'm just down the street all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm thinkin some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
But if I go back to and get educated
Be a old-ass man before I
So what should I do, I even cope
I guess I'll get a and start slingin dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He disappeared quick, and he right 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 grow up and be rich as
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big bank on my tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and watched all my
Make big money, right in my
And if you ever crossed them, they be on your
You go under, six feet
You no love from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a star
Drive around all night in old up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no what you find in my trunk
Gotta live this, cause I ain't 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 with me, I won't fuck with you
life is only give and take
In the town where the strong the fake
The wild wild west, that's the
take a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle that I
Mack these every chance I get
a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
Talked about love to the end
But I broke your and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, fine
Tryin to get Short Dog all the
I take what I want, you can keep the
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I home
Where the Oakland players roam
Game stop, listen to me
fuckin with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
some nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed chases
make no money no other way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that true
Cause you laid down, and she you
Two days ago I didn't she existed
But now baby is just one of my
I don't care you say
I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm
square 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 days and endless nights
Plottin this shit to my money right
I build stages in my mind, and all an act
All I'm tryin to do is my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and funky beats
Now a little story from the Oakland streets
You see, had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
had the bitches on their backs
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 back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the her boyfriend had
Mike 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 paid the always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat ass
It goes on y'all, so don't trip
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even it's not legal
A young black man livin like people
I got this from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right there in your
I see my people, all with joy
day they're killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' can't
Cause muthafuckas will them boots
You gets no from Oakland, bitch
You better try to me rich