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 deranged in the
The youngest motherfucker on the chain

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

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

up out the gutter
Have her stealin' her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the scandalous ass
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm like that
And I never gave a about a stupid 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 dice from one hood to the next
Doin' credit card schemes and hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga come runnin' up
Keepin' motherfuckers on the

You can give a this or sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I in

In the middle of the night when the not hot
You can find Boy rollin' down your block
Hittin' 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes still wanna
(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 I gots ta make a knot

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

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

Don't give your please cos I don't
But I'm to fully slang
40 Thevz end down your
The deep I thought you knew

I fold a rapper like a dollar 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 wearin' heels and doin' dishes

You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin'
Don't you take this shit for 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 circle of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't but a pistol that's fuckin' with a missile
I chew your ass like 'til the ref blows the whistle
a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no 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 get two to the chin
I give a fuck what'cha got or who you know
Step to the madness, ass gotta go

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