Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I be saved by John the Pope
I gotta be a or sellin dope
Cause in this town, goin on
And brothers doin that can't 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 goin to
On a ticket to a prison cell
So why commit the Don't ask me
to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force 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, just me and you
You see, people try to call us trash
Even though we live better and mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a thug
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got your
You talk for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't a ball
day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my back and start slippin
Money won't talk, but it looks back
Everytime I dip my stack
I'm cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
Things I couldn't get 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 lock me up and that key away
Cause be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, I'm ready to roll
I go to now, but just to front
Still servin what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin
I you don't think my story's amazin
I it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started thangs
And shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive
12 Years later, and I'm still in the
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was or slingin at the liquor sto'
nothin but street 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, fat-ass bank
Junior wasn't shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the street all
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 to school and get educated
Be a old-ass man I graduated
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 disappeared quick, and he came right
He said, "You owe me a g, I you a week
You fuck up my money, cop no plead
in the Oak ain't 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 rich as
See, I was cool I all the shit
Big bank on my finger
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, they be on case
You go under, six feet
You gets no love from the

I drive my top everyday like a star
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, no tellin what you find in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no
So break down the dank and roll up that
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My all sticky from the residue
Don't with me, I won't fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the town the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers a bite, and don't even taste
The California that I live
these hoes every chance I get
Like a SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a and I been known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She gave it all to me, and I it apart
Talked love right to the end
But I broke your and, bitch, I do it again
So and tender, also fine
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can the rest
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
the place I call home
Where the City players roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed everyday
Can't make no money no way
A yelled "raid!", that ain't true
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't she existed
But now baby is one of my bitches
I don't what you say
Cause I catch bitches and get pay
You don't care I'm sayin
Punk-ass square ain't got no
Hoes me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just might fuck em
I mackin 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 build stages in my mind, and all an act
All I'm tryin to do is keep my fat
With this pimp game, and these funky
Now here's a little story from the Oakland
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the bitches on backs
Jack told Tania, "I you so"
But Jack's a mack, he's got 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 the bitches her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the yesterday
You see, ain't trippin on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her is Lynn
paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just that ass
It goes on y'all, so even trip
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young black man livin like rich
I got this game from a hard-ass
It's on the map, right in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
day they're killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you sho' shoot
Cause muthafuckas smoke them boots
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You try to make me rich