Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I still
So save lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life
A BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherfucker on the gang

Yeah, I still my thangs like a G
Really can I ever make your ass rest in
No need to my energy squabbin'
to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin

Never been a baller but I trap many
Homies y'know I give a fuck, I was starvin'
You better hide daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick
And her sprung on this black ass nigga

up out the gutter
Have her from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
And I never gave a fuck 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 circle's I thought you knew

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

You can a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick starts choking ya, you ta break me off
I sweat ya like 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
Hittin' switches 'cause your 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 monkey ass is out on top
L.A. hustlers can't live without
So before I make sense I gots ta a knot

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

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

Don't give please cos I don't bang
But I'm down to fully
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 hood and grab his homies by the
'em all up like a pack of punk bitches
Now I got his crew wearin' heels and doin' dishes

You don't see me out the motherfuckin' front
you take 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 circle of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' with a
I chew your ass like gristle the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket of snaps
Ain't no in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I blow smoke
First you diss my city you choke

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

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