Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Need Your Love

[Intro - The
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on one nigga
I ain't gon' jump though, keep it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one

[Verse 1 - The
I got on my chest, I must confess
Last night I was the nigga that up your projects
Now I'm in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed
I was forced to live this life, forced to my chrome
My pops me in a foster home
I felt abandoned Quik now that Mausberg gone
So I hop in the SS without the Mossberg holmes
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is
Put the gun in his mouth, he bite the steel
Come to Compton, I got for real
Before Dre, the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed
'Pac before the Death Row deal
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them
But come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
somethin I gotta teach my son

[Chorus - Faith
I don't need love, no no no no
I don't need love
Need it, I don't want it, I don't it
I don't need your love, no I don't need your
I don't need love
Cause, the, game, don't,

2 - The Game]
I heard they got in New York now
Red rags in Uptown now, I need that love
Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends
And you don't need that love, you G's like us
And your piece is similar to Biggie's
And life story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then love you, then they hate you again
the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win?
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
Plus them awards I need
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
Actin' like don't bleed
We don't drive the same speed, a Continental T
a case of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, tomorrow, nigga 'cause reality is

[Verse 3 - The
I was gassed up, Murder Inc., passed up
Sat in Daddy's House Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff
Now the game set in stone, the Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to
So I roam the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put back where it's 'sposed to be
between all my niggaz that's close to me
In the streets with two packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics my pivot
On my in the coupe readin' kites from prison
I got doin' life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out
So song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead that went out in the war