Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit
Three houses and cars before the A26
the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
In any occasion in these days
It was the street life, make me do these with the thangs
Blowin shit out, for that, rock cocaine
I explain it, got to contain it, the gang status
Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the
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

Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya just to be recognized
Ain't no busters up us, straight do or die
Put my on the line, on the grind for mine
Doin crime, doin time for these and dimes
On a mission, takin from riches, the snitches
niggaz down when I handle my business
Motherfuckers know to lay it low when I'm on the
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked just like
Terrorize in disguise to surprise ass
Gang-bangin ass criminal, don't mind to
For my set to just a check a on GP
To make it known, it's on, and you can't see me

Daz]
You knowin...
What can go on in the
hustlin, competin for power everyday 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 with niggaz that are corrupt,
thinkin a nigga 'posed to die at feet
You ain't knowin...
And you could die from a stray bullet, if you
lookin on any niggaz, in peace

I'm paranoid the cops, got me, under surveillance
A motherfucker got jealous, and D to tell him
So what do? We to a location that's new
Get to servin up niggaz and the of they crew
Rollin to Anaheim, in my Riveira
I take a look in my rearview 'cause the cops be
Bust a left in the alley and let the cops 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 front page
the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin the trash and we'll pull ya
So you motherfuckers better the fuck off my block
If ya ya business, no one gets shot

[Tray
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, to creep, out to peel 'em for cheese
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 like 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 in the street, 'cause I ain't waitin for the sentence
Catch me on the freeway, while the beat play
Quick to let the spray, doin it the G way

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

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