Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I don't
So your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life
A BG deranged in the brain
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 waste my energy
Quick to the trigger, put your ass in a coffin

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

Straight up out the
Have her stealin' her daddy and her mother
rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like
And I gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat

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

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

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

In the middle of the night the spot's not hot
You can find Billy Boy rollin' your block
Hittin' switches 'cause your bitch is paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes wanna 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 live without money
So before I make sense I gots ta make a

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

tryin' to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't a fuck
First I warn you with my
Then I'll fuck you my 9

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

I fold a like a dollar just to hear his punk 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' heels and dishes

You don't wanna see me out the 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 that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' with a
I chew your ass like 'til the ref blows the whistle
a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I blow smoke
First you diss my then 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 thing changed but only the year
East Coast, West Coast get this
You don't wanna see my
The deep I thought you knew