Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and this shit
Three houses and cars before the A26
Livin the life I made, and learnt trades to payed
In any in these scamless days
It was the street life, that make me do these the thangs
niggaz shit out, for that, rock cocaine
I can't explain it, got to it, the gang status
Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the
Livin lavish, a this cold, hearted down to a savage
A greedy out to have it
Can I be wicked and do the things that I do?
In pursuit of I do with my crew

[Tray
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be
Ain't no busters up amongst us, do or die
Put my life on the line, on the for mine
Doin crime, doin time for 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, don't mind to
For my set to just a check a on GP
To make it known, it's on, and you niggaz see me

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

I'm paranoid the cops, got me, under surveillance
A motherfucker got jealous, and D to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location new
Get to up niggaz and the rest of they crew
to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira
I take a look in my rearview 'cause the be tailin
Bust a in the alley and let the cops went by
And continue my day, high as a rise
Stop by my homie Tray Deee 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 and we'll pull ya card
So you motherfuckers stay the fuck off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one gets

[Tray
Ya getcha wig split comin with that
with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)
Through from that where it's strictly all killas and G's
Keepin heat, known to creep, out to '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 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
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 want some of
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 some of this...
Y'all know where to find us... or find you
One on one - fifty on fifty; it matter..
Nigga....