Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

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

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

Never a baller but I trap many ballin'
Homies y'know I give a fuck, I was starvin'
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with
And have her on this black ass nigga

Straight up out the
Have her stealin' from her daddy and her
Sellin' rocks to the ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool 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 I thought you knew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanna see me out the motherfuckin' front
Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas 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 full of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol fuckin' with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle 'til the ref the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket of snaps
Ain't no in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I indo 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
Step to the madness, ass gotta go

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