Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

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

Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta for ya side 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, doin time for these nickels and
On a mission, takin riches, shakin 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 blunts
Terrorize in disguise to surprise ass
ass criminal, don't 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...
What can go on in the
Niggaz hustlin, competin for power in the streets
motherfuckers ain't knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any niggaz, in peace
You ain't knowin...
Dealin with niggaz 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, in peace

I'm paranoid 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 up niggaz and the rest of they crew
to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira
I take a look in my 'cause the cops be tailin
Bust a in the alley and let the cops went by
And continue my day, high as a rise
by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the front page
'cause the boys in the hood are always
Ya talkin the trash and we'll pull ya card
So you better stay the fuck off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one shot

[Tray
Ya getcha wig split with that bullshit
with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)
Through from that city where it's 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, the slugs get spit out
You what's happenin so don't be actin like it's fiction
'cause I'ma catch you slippin and put you in that
And I ain't missin, I'm everything I'm hittin
Hold the court in the street, 'cause I ain't for the sentence
Catch me on the freeway, smashin while the play
Quick to let the heat spray, it the G way

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

That's what I'm
Y'all want some of this?
Do you know we killin niggaz pah?
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 - on fifty; it don't matter..
Nigga....