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 by John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers that can't live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, don't get caught
Cause if I do, I'm goin to
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I can't read
I count money a champ, now ask me
Why everyday the task force jack me
The story's been told one million
About a boy growin up to a of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy
Even though we live better and make mo'
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner drugs
And remember, this ain't multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got your
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 don't slippin
Money won't talk, but it looks right
Everytime I dip into my
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get with a high diploma
alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do nothin
And you better out for the day
When you lock me up and throw key away
Cause I'll be 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 you don't think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So many blackmen die for
I think on the way life was
Before rock cocaine runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal
Before brothers bought Benzes, to drive Mustangs
12 later, and I'm still in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was pimpin or slingin at the sto'
nothin but street life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't cool
Plus my partners at the sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin the street all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin some 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 came right
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 hard to
If I grow up and be rich as
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 all my friends
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever crossed them, be on your case
You go under, six feet
You gets no from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday like a star
Drive all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no
So break down the and roll up that shit
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My all sticky from the residue
fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
Cause life is only give and
In the town where the control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers take a bite, and even taste
The California lifestyle that I
Mack these hoes chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times
I'm a pimp, a player and I been to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I your heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
Talked about right to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it
So and tender, also fine
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
the Oakland City players roam
Game stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed some nigga, and he got caught
chases everyday
Can't make no no other way
A bitch yelled "raid!", that true
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I know she existed
But now baby is just one of my
I care what you say
Cause I catch and straight get pay
You care what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square got no game
Hoes love me, I'm a player
They think maybe I just might em later
I mackin though, I don't work for free
To be a hoe you gotta pay me
I spend endless and endless nights
Plottin this shit to my money right
I build stages in my mind, and all an act
All I'm tryin to do is my pockets fat
With this game, and these funky beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the on their backs
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, cause she was 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 got the pussy yesterday
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her 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 trip
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young black man livin like rich
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 if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You better try to make me