Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

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

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

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

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 like that
And I never gave a fuck a stupid ass hoodrat

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

As I crack dice from one hood to the
Doin' credit card and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga that 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 ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
If a bag is sold in the park I want in

In the middle of the when the spot's not hot
You can find Billy Boy rollin' your block
switches 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause 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 ass is comin' out on top
L.A. hustlers live without money
So before I make sense I ta make a knot

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

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

Don't give please cos I don't bang
But I'm to fully slang
40 Thevz end down crew
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 his homies by the collar
'em all up like a pack of punk bitches
Now I got his crew wearin' heels and doin' dishes

You wanna see me out the motherfuckin' 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 of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' a missile
I chew ass like gristle '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 then you choke

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

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