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, I'ma it raw gutter
Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one

1 - The Game]
I got shit on my chest, I must
Last night I was the nigga shot up your projects
Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the
Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the checks
I was forced to live this life, to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster
I felt abandoned like now that Mausberg gone
So I don't hop in the SS without the holmes
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' the steel
Come to Compton, I got stripes for
Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost
Like 'Pac before the Death Row
I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found niggaz
But Karma quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun
That's somethin I teach my son

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

2 - The Game]
I heard they got in New York now
Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need love
court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name
New car, new house, and sometimes friends
And you need that love, when you G's like us
And your Jesus piece is to Biggie's
And your story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you
What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to
No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga fuck The
them awards I don't need
And them niggaz breathin' the air as me
Actin' they don't bleed
We drive the same speed, this a Continental T
That's a of Armadale, this a continental suite
So I'ma drown in my own
Live life, fuck tomorrow, '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 set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm
Tryin' to be the king of the streets, wet your throne
But I got to feed, two coasts to please
So I through the city like the ghost of E
Gotta put Compton where it's 'sposed to be
Nuttin' between all my niggaz close to me
In the with two fellas packin' toast for me
I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics my pivot
On my block in the coupe kites from prison
I got niggaz doin' in prison
All my fallen is one of the reasons we pour out liquor
So song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur
And all the mothers of dead sons went out in the war