Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

Ain't no in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin 'I love you'
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, it's on
And brothers doin that live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, a ki, just don't get caught
if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way to a prison cell
So why commit the Don't ask me
Went to everyday, and I still can't read
I count like 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 life of
I it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to us filthy trash
Even we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good
on the corner sellin drugs
And just remember, ain't multiple choice
a college degree you only got your voice
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't a ball
Every day is a trip, but I ain't
my back and don't start slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
Everytime I dip into my
I'm cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
Things I couldn't get with a school diploma
alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, cause I do nothin else
And you better out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key
Cause be back on parole
changed nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but to front
Still servin dopefiends they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I keep on makin money
I hope you don't think my amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
rock cocaine started runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal
Before brothers bought Benzes, to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I 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 ain't even
Plus my at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
high wasn't shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to and write
I'm walkin down the street all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that
But if I go back to school and get
Be a old-ass man before I
So what I do, I can't even cope
I guess I'll get a and start 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 then I couldn't that coke
When I was young, it was hard to
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was cool I all the shit
Big on my finger tips
But I never had a big bank, not back
I kicked and watched all my friends
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever them, they be on your case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday a movie 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 no punk
So break down the dank and roll up shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town where the strong the fake
The wild west, that's the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't taste
The California lifestyle I live
Mack these hoes every I get
a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She gave it all to me, and I it apart
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 the rest
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
the place I call home
Where the Oakland 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 chases
Can't make no money no way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I know she existed
But now is just one of my bitches
I don't what you say
I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square ain't got no
Hoes love me, I'm a player
They think I just might fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I work for free
To be a hoe you gotta pay me
I spend days and endless nights
this shit to keep my money right
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is keep my fat
With 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 backs
told Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, got several hoes
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't call back, cause she was out to fuck
She beeped Mike, she got mad
She knew about the bitches her had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the yesterday
You see, Mike ain't trippin on his
Fine little bitch, I think her name is
paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't trip
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A black man livin like rich people
I got game from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right there in face
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're killin
Can't say if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them
You gets no love from Oakland,
You better try to me rich