Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
I gotta be a or sellin dope
in this town, it's goin on
And doin that can't live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just get caught
if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why commit the crime? ask me
Went to everyday, and I still can't read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday the task force jack me
The story's been one million times
About a boy up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, try to call us filthy trash
Even though we live better and mo' cash
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner sellin
And just remember, this ain't multiple
Without a college degree you only got voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get 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
won't talk, but it looks right back
Everytime I dip my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get a high school diploma
It's alright, I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do nothin
And you watch out for the day
you lock me up and throw that key away
Cause I'll be back on
Ain't changed nothing, 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 just keep on makin
I hope you don't think my 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 cocaine started runnin thangs
And drive-by was a normal thang
Before bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 later, and I'm still in the game
All my life all I was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or 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 high wasn't but a place to fight
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just walkin down the all alone
High as hell, my is gone
I'm thinkin some brand-new shit and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that
But if I go to school and get educated
Be a man before I graduated
So what I do, I can't even cope
I guess I'll get a sack and 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, don't cop no
Cause in the Oak no love, $hort"
I knew right I couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was cool I all the shit
Big bank on my finger
But I had a big bank, not back then
I back and watched all my friends
big money, right 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 a movie 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 shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the
Don't fuck with me, I fuck with you
Cause is only give and take
In the where the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers take a bite, and don't even
The California lifestyle that I
Mack these hoes every I get
a drop SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a and I been known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke heart
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
Talked about right to the end
But I broke your and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, fine
Tryin to get Dog all the time
I what I want, you can keep the rest
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
the place I call home
Where the Oakland City roam
don't stop, listen to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed some nigga, and he got caught
chases everyday
Can't make no money no way
A bitch yelled "raid!", ain't true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I know she existed
But now baby is one of my bitches
I don't what you say
I catch bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
Punk-ass square got no game
Hoes me, cause I'm a player
They maybe I just might fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I don't work for
To be a true hoe you pay me
I spend endless days and nights
Plottin this 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 pimp game, and these funky beats
Now here's a story from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the on their backs
Jack told Tania, "I you so"
But Jack's a mack, got several hoes
One day she him to say what's up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the her boyfriend had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He got the pussy yesterday
You see, Mike trippin on his girlfriend
little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so even trip
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A black man livin like rich people
I got this game from a hard-ass
It's on the map, right there in your
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're killin
say shit if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas will smoke boots
You no love from Oakland, bitch
You try to make me rich