Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by the Pope
I be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's 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 to jail
On a one-way ticket to a cell
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 the task force jack me
The story's been told one times
About a boy growin up to a life of
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, just me and you
You see, people try to call us trash
Even though we live better and mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner drugs
And just remember, this ain't multiple
Without a college you only got your voice
You gotta for yours, or get nothin at all
This the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
Watch my back and start slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
I dip into my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I get with a high school diploma
It's alright, I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do nothin
And you better out for the day
you lock me up and throw that key away
Cause be back 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 money
I you don't think my story's amazin
I it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So many die for drugs
I think on the way life was
Before rock started runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a thang
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 up there ain't even cool
my partners at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to read and
I'm just walkin the street all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm thinkin bout 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 old-ass man I graduated
So what should I do, I can't 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 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 right then I couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was to tell
If I up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I all the shit
Big on my finger tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and watched all my
big money, right in my face
And if you crossed them, they be on your case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a star
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you me, ain't no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no
So break the dank and roll up that shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
Don't fuck with me, I fuck with you
Cause life is only and take
In the town the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers a bite, and don't even taste
The California lifestyle I live
Mack these hoes chance I get
Like a drop SL, three black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
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 Short Dog all the
I take what I want, you can keep the
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the I call home
Where the Oakland City roam
Game don't stop, to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed some nigga, and he never got
High-speed chases
Can't make no money no way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that true
Cause you laid down, and she you
Two ago I didn't know she existed
But now baby is just one of my
I care what you say
I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
Punk-ass ain't got no game
love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just might fuck em
I keep mackin though, I work for free
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend endless and endless nights
Plottin this shit to keep my money
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is keep my fat
With this 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 on their backs
Jack told Tania, "I you so"
But Jack's a mack, got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say up
He didn't call back, she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the bitches her had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He just got the yesterday
You see, ain't trippin on his girlfriend
Fine bitch, I think her name is Lynn
paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It on y'all, so don't even trip
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A young black man like rich people
I got this game a hard-ass place
on the map, right there in your face
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're killin
say shit if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You better try to make me