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 BG deranged in the brain
The motherfucker on the chain gang

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

Never been a but I trap many ballin'
Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was
You hide your 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' from her and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool that
And I gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat

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

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

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 until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is in the park I want in

In the middle of the night when the not hot
You can Billy Boy rollin' down your block
Hittin' switches 'cause your bitch is paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the still wanna fuck
(You we do)

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

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

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

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

I a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and his homies by the collar
Stock 'em all up like a pack of 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 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 niggas that you don't see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol fuckin' 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 indo
First you my city then you choke

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

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