Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I don't
So save your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my
A young BG deranged in the
The youngest on the chain gang

Yeah, I still slang my like a G
Really can I ever make your ass in peace?
No need to my energy squabbin'
Quick to the trigger, put your ass in a coffin

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

Straight up out the
Have her from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm like that
And I never gave a about a stupid ass hoodrat

Bitches on my bit
Niggas hit me up and
But I'm from the
Where the do or die
like a dream
The circle's deep I thought you

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas to give me stuff
Billy Boy give a fuck
First I warn you with my
I'll fuck you with my 9

Don't your please cos I don't bang
But I'm to fully slang
40 Thevz end down crew
The circle's I thought you knew

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

You don't see me out the motherfuckin' front
Don't you take this shit for granted 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 ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of
Ain't no punks in my pack
See I use to be broke now I blow smoke
you diss my city then you choke

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

Ain't a damn thing but only the year
East Coast, West get this clear
You don't wanna see my
The circle's deep I thought you