Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

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

Yeah, I slang my thangs like a G
Really can I ever make your ass in peace?
No need to my energy squabbin'
to pull the trigger, put your 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 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 scandalous ass
Ready to my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
And I never gave a about a stupid ass hoodrat

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

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

You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the
But when chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya Keith until 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' down block
Hittin' switches your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes still fuck
(You we do)

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

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

Niggas tryin' to me stuff
Billy Boy don't 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 down to fully
40 Thevz end down crew
The deep I thought you knew

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

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

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle 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 smoke
First you my city then you choke

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

a damn thing changed but only the year
East Coast, West get this clear
You wanna see my crew
The circle's I thought you knew