Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit
houses and four cars before the A26
Livin the I made, and learnt trades to stay payed
In any occasion in these scamless
It was the street life, make me do these with the thangs
Blowin niggaz shit out, for that, rock
I can't explain it, got to contain it, the gang
Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the 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 things I gotta do?
In pursuit of I do with my crew

[Tray
Daz - ya ride for ya side just to be recognized
Ain't no busters up amongst us, do or die
Put my life on the line, on the for mine
crime, doin time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, takin from riches, the snitches
Layin niggaz down I handle my business
Motherfuckers know to lay it low I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get just like blunts
Terrorize in disguise to surprise ass
Gang-bangin ass criminal, don't 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

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

I'm paranoid 'cause the cops, got me, under
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 crew
Rollin to Anaheim, in my Riveira
I take a in my rearview 'cause the cops be tailin
Bust a left in the and let the cops went by
And my day, feelin high as a rise
by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One died in the Time's front page
the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin the trash and pull ya card
So you motherfuckers better stay the fuck off my
If ya ya business, no one gets shot

[Tray
Ya getcha wig split with that bullshit
Fuck 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 peel 'em for
no passes, just the fastest to get they shit out
Or lucky to duck, the slugs get spit out
You know what's happenin so don't be actin like it's
'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 waitin for the
Catch me on the freeway, smashin while the play
Quick to let the spray, doin it the G way

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

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