Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

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

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

up out the gutter
Have her stealin' her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the ass clockers
Ready to my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
And I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass

Bitches 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
Doin' credit schemes and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga that come up
Keepin' on the duck

You can a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
But when chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I ya like 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 down your block
Hittin' switches your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes still wanna
(You we do)

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

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

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

Don't give your please cos I bang
But I'm down to fully
40 Thevz end 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 by the collar
'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 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 full of niggas that you wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol fuckin' with a missile
I chew ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a 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 city 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, your ass go

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