Luyện nghe bài hát No Love from Oakland

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

Now it's a shame, I can't be by John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or dope
in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get
Cause if I do, I'm to jail
On a one-way to a prison cell
So why the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I still read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task jack me
The story's told 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 better and make mo' cash
they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the sellin drugs
And just remember, this multiple choice
a college degree you only got your voice
You gotta for yours, or get nothin at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't a ball
Every day is a trip, but I trippin
Watch my back and don't slippin
Money won't talk, but it looks back
Everytime I dip into my
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and phones
Things I couldn't get with a high school
alright, cause I just help myself
You should know, cause I can't do else
And you watch out for the day
When you me up and throw that key away
Cause be back on parole
Ain't nothing, cause I'm ready to roll
I go to school now, but just to
Still servin dopefiends what they
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I keep on makin money
I you don't think my story's amazin
I it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So many die for drugs
I back on the way life was
Before cocaine started runnin thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal
Before bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I was a few hoes
If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor
Ain't nothin but street life, fuck school
All the squares up there even cool
Plus my at the house sell coke all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin bank
Junior wasn't 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 and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that
But if I go back to 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 up my money, don't cop no plead
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I couldn't that coke
I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the
Big bank on my tips
But I had a big bank, not back then
I kicked back and all my friends
big money, right in my face
And if you ever them, they be on your case
You go under, six feet
You no love from the Oaktown

I drive my top like a movie star
Drive around all in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no what you find in my trunk
live like this, cause I ain't no punk
So break down the dank and roll up that
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all from the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't with you
Cause life is 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 lifestyle I live
Mack these every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three times
I'm a pimp, a player and I known to mack
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She gave it all to me, and I tore it
Talked love right to the end
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it
So young and tender, also
Tryin to get Short Dog all the
I take what I want, you can keep the
You gets no love East Oakland, bitch
the place I call home
Where the Oakland City players
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 no money no other way
A bitch "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't know she
But now baby is just one of my
I don't what you say
Cause I bitches and straight get pay
You don't what I'm sayin
square ain't got no game
Hoes me, cause I'm a player
They maybe I just might fuck em later
I keep though, I don't work for free
To be a true hoe you pay me
I endless days and endless nights
Plottin shit to keep my money right
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is keep my fat
With this pimp game, and these beats
Now here's a story from the Oakland streets
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was
Always had the bitches on backs
Jack told Tania, "I you so"
But a mack, he's got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the bitches her had
Mike back, and he was on his way
He just got the yesterday
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat ass
It goes on y'all, so even trip
You gets no from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though not legal
A black man livin like rich people
I got this game a hard-ass place
It's on the map, there in your face
I see my people, all with joy
Next day killin homeboys
Can't say if you sho' can't shoot
Cause muthafuckas smoke them boots
You gets no love from Oakland,
You better try to make me