Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

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

Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya just 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, time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, from riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz down when I handle my
know to lay it low when I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked like 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 niggaz see me

[Chorus:
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
on any niggaz, rest in peace
You ain't knowin...
Dealin with niggaz that are corrupt,
thinkin a nigga 'posed to die at they
You ain't 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, under
A motherfucker got jealous, and D to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location new
Get to servin up and the rest of they crew
to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira
I a look in my rearview 'cause the cops be tailin
Bust a left in the alley and let the cops by
And continue my day, feelin high as a
Stop by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the
(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 off my block
If ya ya business, no one gets shot

Deee]
Ya getcha wig split comin with bullshit
Fuck with the gang and we bang, get yo licked (yeah!)
Through that 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 to get they shit out
Or lucky to duck, when the get spit out
You know happenin so don't be actin like it's fiction
'cause I'ma catch you 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 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 Deee the Beast..
Doin it this, all day everyday..
So if y'all niggaz want some of this...
Y'all know where to find us... or find you
One on one - fifty on it don't matter..
Nigga....