Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never a fuck and I still don't
So your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life
A young BG in the brain
The youngest 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 energy
to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin

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

up out the gutter
Have her from her daddy and her mother
rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like
And I never a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat

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

As I crack dice from one to the next
credit card schemes and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga come runnin' up
Keepin' 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 nickel bag is sold in the I want in

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

I like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my ass is comin' out on top
L.A. hustlers can't live money
So before I make sense I ta make a knot

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

Niggas tryin' to give me
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 Thevz end your crew
The circle's I thought you knew

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

You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin'
Don't you this shit for granted just cos niggas 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 full of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' with a
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 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
motherfuckers get two to the chin
I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you
Step to the madness, your ass go

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