Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy shit
Three houses and cars before the A26
the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
In any occasion in scamless days
It was the life, that 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 the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the capture
Livin lavish, a heart this cold, hearted down to a
A motherfucker out to have it
Can I be wicked and do the that I gotta do?
In pursuit of things I do my crew

Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya just to be recognized
Ain't no up amongst us, straight do or die
Put my life on the line, on the grind for
Doin crime, time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, takin from riches, shakin the
Layin niggaz down when I my business
Motherfuckers know to lay it low when I'm on the
'cause for my chips niggaz get just like blunts
in disguise to surprise that ass
Gang-bangin ass criminal, mind to blast
For my set to just a a motherfucker on GP
To make it known, it's on, and you niggaz 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 from a stray bullet, if you
on any niggaz, rest in peace
You motherfuckers knowin...
Dealin with niggaz that are corrupt,
thinkin a nigga to die at they feet
You ain't knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace

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

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

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

That's what I'm
Y'all niggaz some of this?
Huh? Do you know we killin niggaz
Get the fuck out the way! (You knowin...)
Hahaha, Dat Daz and Tray Deee the Beast..
it like this, all day everyday..
So if y'all sucka-ass niggaz want of this...
Y'all where to find us... or we'll find you
One on one - fifty on fifty; it matter..
Nigga....