Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be by John the Pope
I be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in 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 to jail
On a ticket to a prison cell
So why commit the crime? ask me
Went to school everyday, and I can't read
I count money a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the force jack me
The story's been told one million
About a boy growin up to a life of
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us trash
Even though we better and make 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 degree you only got voice
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
Watch my back and don't slippin
Money won't talk, but it looks right
Everytime I dip my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile
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 watch out for the day
When you lock me up and that key away
Cause be back on parole
Ain't nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but just to
Still dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I keep 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 drive-by was a normal thang
brothers bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was pimpin or slingin at the sto'
Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin bank
Junior high shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas learnin how to read and write
I'm walkin 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 that
But if I go back to school and get
Be a man before I graduated
So what should I do, I can't even
I I'll get a sack 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 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
When I was young, it was to tell
If I grow up and be rich as
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big on my finger tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
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
Drive all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you find in my
Gotta live this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up that
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
Cause life is only and take
In the town where the control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't taste
The California lifestyle that I
these hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times
I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She it all to me, and I tore it apart
Talked love right to the end
But I your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, fine
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can the rest
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I home
Where the City players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin 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 days ago I didn't she existed
But now is just one of my bitches
I don't what you say
Cause I catch bitches and get pay
You care 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 and endless nights
Plottin shit to keep my money 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 funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the bitches on their
told Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, he's got several
One day she beeped him to say up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew the bitches her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy
You see, ain't trippin on his girlfriend
Fine bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat ass
It on y'all, so don't even trip
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young black man livin like people
I got this game from a hard-ass
It's on the map, there in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
Next day they're killin
Can't say if you sho' can't shoot
muthafuckas will smoke them boots
You gets no love from Oakland,
You better try to me rich