Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never a fuck 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 youngest motherfucker on the gang

Yeah, I still my thangs like a G
Really can I ever make your ass in peace?
No need to waste my 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 daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick
And have her sprung on this black ass

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

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

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

You can a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta me off
I ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is 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' 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes wanna fuck
(You we do)

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

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

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

I fold a rapper a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the
'em all up like 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 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 that's fuckin' with a missile
I chew your ass gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin'
See I use to be broke now I blow indo
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
to the madness, your ass gotta go

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