Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

These ain't knowin...
These motherfuckers knowin...
These ain't knowin...
These motherfuckers knowin...

All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this
Three houses and four cars the A26
the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
In any occasion in these days
It was the life, that make me do these with the thangs
Blowin niggaz shit out, for that, cocaine
I can't it, got to contain it, the gang status
Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the for the capture
Livin lavish, a heart this cold, down to a savage
A greedy out to have it
Can I be wicked and do the things I gotta do?
In of things I do with my crew

[Tray
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya just to be recognized
Ain't no busters up us, straight do or die
Put my life on the line, on the grind for
Doin crime, doin time for these and dimes
On a mission, takin riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz when I handle my business
Motherfuckers know to lay it low I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked just blunts
Terrorize in to surprise that ass
ass criminal, don't mind to blast
For my set to just a check a on GP
To make it known, it's on, and you niggaz see me

[Chorus:
You knowin...
can go on in the streets
Niggaz hustlin, competin for power everyday in the
These ain't knowin...
And you could die from a stray bullet, if you
lookin on any niggaz, in peace
You ain't knowin...
with niggaz that are corrupt, when
thinkin a nigga 'posed to die at they
You motherfuckers knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any niggaz, rest in

I'm paranoid 'cause the cops, got me, surveillance
A motherfucker got jealous, and D tried to him
So what do? We groove to a location new
Get to up niggaz and the rest of they crew
Rollin to Anaheim, rollin in my
I take a look in my rearview 'cause the cops be
Bust a in the alley and let the cops went by
And continue my day, feelin high as a
Stop by my homie Tray house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time's page
'cause the boys in the are always hard
Ya talkin the trash and we'll pull ya card
So you better stay the fuck off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one gets

Deee]
Ya getcha wig split comin with that
with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)
Through from city where it's strictly all killas and G's
Keepin heat, known to creep, out to peel 'em for
no passes, just the fastest to get they shit out
Or lucky to duck, when the slugs get out
You know what's happenin so don't be actin it's fiction
'cause I'ma catch you slippin and put you in that
And I ain't missin, I'm liftin I'm hittin
Hold the court in the street, I ain't waitin for the sentence
Catch me on the freeway, smashin while the play
to let the heat spray, doin it the G way

[repeat "Hey, hey, hey, hey.." in

That's I'm seein
Y'all niggaz want of this?
Huh? Do you know we killin pah?
Get the fuck out the way! (You knowin...)
Hahaha, Dat Nigga Daz and Tray the Beast..
it like this, all day everyday..
So if y'all sucka-ass niggaz some of this...
Y'all know where to find us... or we'll you
One on one - on fifty; it don't matter..
Nigga....