Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I don't
So your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life
A young BG deranged in the
The youngest motherfucker on the gang

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

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

Straight up out the
Have her from 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 fuck about a stupid ass

ridin' on my bit
Niggas hit me up and
But I'm the Eastside
Where the do or die
like a dream
The circle's I thought you knew

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

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

In the of the night when the spot's not hot
You can find Boy rollin' down your block
Hittin' switches 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 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 monkey ass is out on top
L.A. hustlers live without money
So before I sense I gots ta make a knot

I can't fuck 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 tryin' to give me
Boy don't give a fuck
First I warn you my rhyme
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 crew
The circle's deep I thought you

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the
Stock 'em all up like a pack of punk
Now I got his crew wearin' heels and doin' dishes

You wanna see me out the motherfuckin' front
Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas 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 that's fuckin' with a missile
I your ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of
Ain't no in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be now I blow indo smoke
First you diss my city 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
to the madness, your ass gotta go

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