Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit
Three houses and cars before the A26
Livin the I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
In any occasion in these days
It was the street life, that make me do with the thangs
Blowin niggaz shit out, for that, 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 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 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 nickels and dimes
On a mission, from riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz down I handle my business
Motherfuckers to lay it low when I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked just 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 can't see me

Daz]
You knowin...
What can go on in the
Niggaz hustlin, for power everyday in the streets
These ain't knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace
You ain't knowin...
Dealin with 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
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 groove to a that's new
Get to servin up niggaz and the rest of they
Rollin to Anaheim, 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
Stop by my homie Tray house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time's page
the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin the trash and we'll ya card
So you motherfuckers better the fuck off my block
If ya ya business, no one gets shot

Deee]
Ya getcha wig split comin with that
Fuck with the and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)
Through that 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 fastest to get they out
Or lucky to duck, when the get spit out
You know what's happenin so be actin like it's fiction
I'ma catch you slippin and put you in that position
And I ain't missin, I'm liftin everything I'm
Hold the court in the street, 'cause I ain't for the sentence
me on the freeway, smashin while the beat play
Quick to let the heat spray, it the G way

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

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