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 of my life
A young BG in the brain
The motherfucker on the chain gang

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

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

Straight up out the
her stealin' from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, I'm cool like that
And I never gave a fuck about a ass hoodrat

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

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

You can give a this or sling, the yea or the tracks
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 Billy Boy rollin' down your block
switches 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes still 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

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

Niggas to give me stuff
Boy don't give a fuck
First I you with my rhyme
I'll fuck you with my 9

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

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

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

You ain't but a pistol that's fuckin' with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the
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 indo
First you diss my city then you

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

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