Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit
Three houses and four before the A26
the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
In any in these scamless days
It was the street life, that make me do these with the
Blowin niggaz shit out, for that, 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 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 things I do my crew

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

[Chorus:
You knowin...
can go on in the streets
Niggaz hustlin, competin for everyday in the streets
These ain't knowin...
And you could die from a bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace
You ain't knowin...
Dealin with niggaz are corrupt, when
thinkin a nigga to die at they feet
You motherfuckers knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace

I'm paranoid 'cause the cops, got me, surveillance
A motherfucker got jealous, and D to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location new
Get to servin up niggaz and the of they crew
Rollin to Anaheim, rollin in my
I take a look in my rearview 'cause the be tailin
Bust a left in the and let the cops went by
And my day, feelin high as a rise
Stop by my Tray Deee house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker in the Time's front page
'cause the boys in the hood are hard
Ya come talkin the trash and pull ya card
So you motherfuckers better stay the fuck off my
If ya mind ya business, no one gets

Deee]
Ya getcha wig split comin with bullshit
Fuck with the gang and we bang, get yo hood (yeah!)
Through from city where it's strictly all killas and G's
heat, known to creep, out to peel 'em for cheese
Ain't no passes, just the fastest to get shit out
Or to duck, when the slugs get spit out
You know what's happenin so don't be actin like 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, I ain't waitin for the sentence
Catch me on the freeway, while the beat play
to let the heat spray, doin it the G way

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

That's I'm seein
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...
know where to find us... or we'll find you
One on one - fifty on fifty; it matter..
Nigga....