Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and this shit
Three and four cars before the A26
Livin the life I made, and learnt to stay payed
In any occasion in these scamless
It was the street life, that me do these with the thangs
Blowin niggaz shit out, for that, rock
I can't explain it, got to contain it, the status
Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the for the capture
Livin lavish, a heart this cold, 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 my crew

[Tray
Daz - ya ride 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, time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, from riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz down when I my business
know to lay it low when I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked just blunts
Terrorize in disguise to surprise ass
ass criminal, don't mind to blast
For my set to just a 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 everyday in the
These motherfuckers knowin...
And you could die from a bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any niggaz, in peace
You motherfuckers knowin...
Dealin with niggaz that are corrupt,
thinkin a nigga 'posed to die at feet
You motherfuckers knowin...
And you could die 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 to tell him
So do? We groove to a location that's new
Get to servin up and the rest of they crew
to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira
I take a in my rearview 'cause the cops be tailin
Bust a in the alley and let the cops went by
And my day, feelin high 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 in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin the trash and pull ya card
So you motherfuckers better stay the off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one shot

[Tray
Ya getcha wig split comin with that
Fuck with the gang and we bang, get yo 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, just the to get they shit out
Or to duck, when the slugs get spit out
You know what's so don't be actin like it's fiction
'cause I'ma catch you and put you in that position
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 beat
Quick to let the heat spray, it the G way

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

That's I'm seein
Y'all want some of this?
Huh? Do you know we killin niggaz
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 - fifty on fifty; it matter..
Nigga....