Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I still
So your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life
A young BG deranged in the
The motherfucker on the chain gang

Yeah, I still my thangs like a G
Really can I ever make ass rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy
Quick to pull the trigger, put ass in a coffin

Never been a baller but I trap ballin'
Homies y'know I don't a fuck, I was starvin'
You hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick
And have her sprung on this black ass

up out the gutter
Have her stealin' from her and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the ass clockers
Ready to my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
And I never gave a about a stupid ass hoodrat

ridin' on my bit
Niggas hit me up and
But I'm the Eastside
the niggas do or die
Representin' like a
The circle's deep I you knew

As I crack dice from one to the next
Doin' credit schemes and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga that runnin' up
Keepin' motherfuckers on the

You can a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick starts choking ya, you ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I in

In the middle of the night the spot's not hot
You can find Billy Boy down your block
Hittin' switches 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, that's my way
And all the still wanna fuck
(You we do)

I bleed like the man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is out on top
L.A. hustlers can't live without
So before I sense I gots ta make a knot

'Cause I can't without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch the 6-4
Everybody wanna fuck a nigga me
But I won't be gettin in the CPT

Niggas tryin' to give me
Billy Boy give a fuck
I warn you with my rhyme
Then I'll fuck you my 9

give your please cos I don't bang
But I'm down to slang
40 end down your crew
The circle's deep I thought you

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his ass holler
into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock 'em all up a pack of punk bitches
Now I got his whole crew wearin' and doin' dishes

You wanna see me out the motherfuckin' front
Don't you take this shit for just cos niggas call me Cool
R E S P E C T C O O L I O G
M to the A, A to the D
A circle full of niggas that you wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's with a missile
I chew your ass like 'til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of
no punks in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I blow indo
First you diss my city you choke

C O M P T O N
Punk get two to the chin
I don't give a fuck got or who you know
Step to the madness, ass gotta go

Ain't a damn thing changed but only the
Coast, West Coast get this clear
You don't see my crew
The circle's deep I you knew