Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

Ain't no love in Oakland,
always talkin bout '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 pimp or sellin
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too
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 ticket to a prison cell
So why commit the Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the force jack me
The story's been one million times
a boy growin up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us trash
Even we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got your
You gotta for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I trippin
my back and don't start slippin
Money won't talk, but it right back
Everytime I dip my stack
I'm cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
I couldn't get with a high school 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 me up and throw that key away
Cause be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, cause I'm to roll
I go to school now, but just to
Still servin dopefiends what want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just on makin money
I hope you don't think my story's
I it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way was
Before cocaine started runnin thangs
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm still in the
All my life all I was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but street life, that school
All the squares up ain't even cool
Plus my at the house sell coke all day
Hit the like players, spendin fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
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 brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke coke
But if I go back to school and get
Be a old-ass man I graduated
So what should I do, I can't cope
I guess I'll get a sack and start 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, don't cop no
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 up and be rich 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 back and watched all my
Make big money, right in my
And if you ever them, they be on your case
You go under, six underground
You gets no from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday a movie star
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you in my trunk
Gotta like this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the
Don't fuck with me, I fuck with you
Cause life is give and take
In the where the strong control the fake
The wild west, that's the place
take a bite, and don't even taste
The lifestyle that I live
these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She gave it all to me, and I it apart
about love right to the end
But I your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So and tender, also fine
to get Short Dog all the time
I take I want, you can keep the rest
You gets no love from East Oakland,
That's the place I home
the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, to me
fuckin with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed some nigga, and he got caught
chases everyday
Can't make no money no way
A bitch "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two ago I didn't know she existed
But now is just one of my bitches
I don't what you say
Cause I catch and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm
Punk-ass square ain't got no
love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I might fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I don't work for
To be a hoe you gotta pay me
I endless days and endless nights
Plottin this shit to keep my right
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm to do is keep my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these funky
Now here's a little story the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his was Jack
had the bitches on their backs
Jack Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, he's got several
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She beeped Mike, she got mad
She about the bitches her boyfriend had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy
You see, Mike ain't trippin on his
Fine bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A young black man livin like rich
I got this game a hard-ass place
on the map, right there in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day they're killin
Can't say shit if you sho' can't
Cause muthafuckas will smoke them
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You better try to make me