Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I be saved by John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or dope
Cause in this town, it's on
And brothers doin that can't too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get
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 can't
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why does the task force jack me
The story's been one million times
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, try to call us filthy trash
though we live better and make mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this ain't choice
a college degree you only 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 ain't
Watch my back and start slippin
Money talk, but it looks 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 should know, cause I can't do nothin
And you watch out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key
I'll be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to
I go to now, but just to front
Still servin dopefiends they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin
I hope you don't think my story's
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin
And drive-by shootings was a thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was or slingin at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't cool
my partners at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a to fight
Muthafuckas learnin how to read and write
I'm just down the street all alone
High as hell, my is gone
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 old-ass man I graduated
So what I do, I can't even 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 fuck up my money, 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 as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big on my finger 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 from the

I drive my top everyday like a movie
Drive around all night in old up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no
So break down the and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, a fat-ass hit
My fingers all from the residue
Don't fuck me, I won't fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild west, that's the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The California that I live
Mack these hoes every I get
Like a SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
about love right to the end
But I broke heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I what I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no love from East Oakland,
the place I call home
Where the Oakland players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed everyday
Can't no money no other way
A yelled "raid!", that ain't 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 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 endless
Plottin this shit to my money right
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky
Now a little story from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his was Jack
Always had the bitches on their
Jack told Tania, "I you so"
But a mack, he's got several hoes
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't call back, she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He got the pussy yesterday
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her is Lynn
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't trip
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, though it's not legal
A young man livin like rich people
I got this game a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right there in face
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day they're killin
Can't say shit if you sho' shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You better try to me rich