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 shit
Three and four cars before the A26
Livin the life I made, and trades to stay payed
In any in these scamless days
It was the street life, make me do these with the thangs
niggaz shit out, for that, rock cocaine
I can't explain it, got to contain it, the status
Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the
lavish, a heart this cold, hearted down to a savage
A motherfucker out to have it
Can I be and do the things that I gotta do?
In pursuit of things I do with my

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

Daz]
You knowin...
can go on in the streets
Niggaz hustlin, competin for power in the streets
These motherfuckers knowin...
And you could die a stray bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace
You motherfuckers knowin...
Dealin niggaz that are corrupt, when
thinkin a nigga 'posed to die at feet
You motherfuckers knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace

I'm paranoid 'cause the cops, got me, under
A got jealous, and D tried to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location new
Get to servin up niggaz and the of they crew
Rollin to Anaheim, in my Riveira
I take a in my rearview 'cause the cops be tailin
Bust a left in the alley and let the cops by
And continue my day, feelin as a rise
by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time's front
'cause the boys in the are always hard
Ya come talkin the trash and we'll pull ya
So you motherfuckers stay the fuck off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one shot

Deee]
Ya getcha wig split comin that bullshit
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, to creep, out to peel 'em for cheese
Ain't no passes, the fastest to get they shit out
Or to duck, when the slugs get spit out
You know what's happenin so don't be actin like it's
'cause I'ma catch you slippin and put you in position
And I ain't missin, I'm liftin everything I'm
the court in the street, 'cause I ain't waitin for the sentence
Catch me on the freeway, while the beat play
to let the heat spray, doin it the G way

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

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