Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
I gotta be a pimp or sellin
Cause in 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 don't get
if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why the crime? Don't ask me
to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task jack me
The story's been one million times
a boy growin up to a life 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
though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a thug
Standin on the corner drugs
And just remember, this multiple choice
Without a college degree you only got voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
This ain't the NBA, I havin a ball
Every day is a trip, but I trippin
Watch my back and don't start
won't talk, but it looks right back
Everytime I dip into my
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get with a school diploma
It's alright, I just help myself
You know, cause I can't do nothin else
And you better out for the day
When you lock me up and throw that key
I'll be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but to front
Still dopefiends what they want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I keep on makin money
I hope you think my story's amazin
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
rock cocaine started runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal
Before brothers bought Benzes, used to drive
12 Years later, and I'm still in the
All my all I wanted was a few hoes
If I was or slingin at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but life, fuck that school
All the squares up ain't even cool
Plus my partners at the sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass
Junior high shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to and write
I'm just walkin down the all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I'm
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 even 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 back
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a
You fuck up my money, cop no plead
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I couldn't sell coke
When I was young, it was hard to
If I up and be rich as hell
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big bank on my tips
But I never had a big bank, not back
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 underground
You no love from the Oaktown

I my top everyday like a movie star
Drive around all night in old up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you in my trunk
live like this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up that
Light the muthafucka, take a hit
My all sticky from the residue
Don't fuck me, I won't fuck with you
Cause life is give and take
In the town the strong control the fake
The wild wild west, the place
Suckers take a bite, and even taste
The lifestyle that I live
these hoes every chance I get
Like a SL, three times black
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke heart
She gave it all to me, and I it apart
about love right to the end
But I your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So and tender, also fine
to get Short Dog all the time
I take I want, you can keep the rest
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the I call home
the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, to me
Everybody fuckin the O.P.D
cocaine, knockin it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed everyday
Can't no money no other way
A yelled "raid!", that ain't true
you laid down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't know she
But now baby is just one of my
I care what you say
Cause I catch bitches and get pay
You care what I'm sayin
square ain't got no game
Hoes love me, I'm a player
They think maybe I might fuck em later
I keep 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 keep my right
I stages in my mind, and it's 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 from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the bitches on their
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 only out to
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew the bitches her boyfriend had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I think her is Lynn
Mike paid the bills 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 it's not legal
A young black man livin like rich
I got game from a hard-ass place
It's on the map, right in your face
I see my people, all with joy
Next day they're homeboys
Can't say if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas smoke them boots
You gets no love Oakland, bitch
You try to make me rich