Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

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

Yeah, I still slang my like a G
Really can I ever make ass rest in peace?
No need to my energy squabbin'
Quick to pull the trigger, put 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 daughter cos I'm out to get laid with
And have her sprung on black ass nigga

up out the gutter
Have her stealin' from her and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the scandalous ass
Ready to meet my snaps, I'm cool like that
And I never gave a fuck about a ass hoodrat

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

As I crack from one hood to the next
Doin' credit card and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any that come runnin' up
motherfuckers 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 ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I in

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

I bleed like the 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 sense I gots ta make a knot

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

tryin' to give me stuff
Billy Boy give a fuck
First I warn you with my
I'll fuck you with my 9

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

I fold a rapper a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his 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 front
Don't you take this shit for granted just cos 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 with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of
no punks in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I blow smoke
First you diss my city then you

C O M P T O N
motherfuckers 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 thing changed but the year
Coast, West Coast get this clear
You wanna see my crew
The circle's deep I you knew