Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I still
So your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life
A BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherfucker on the gang

Yeah, I slang my thangs like a G
Really can I ever your ass rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy
Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a

Never been a baller but I trap ballin'
Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with
And have her sprung on black ass nigga

up out the gutter
Have her from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool that
And I never gave a about a stupid ass hoodrat

Bitches on my bit
hit me up and shit
But I'm from the
the niggas do or die
Representin' a dream
The circle's I thought you knew

As I crack dice from one hood to the
Doin' credit schemes and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga that runnin' up
Keepin' motherfuckers on the

You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the
But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta me off
I sweat ya like until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I in

In the middle of the night the spot's not hot
You can find Billy Boy rollin' down your
Hittin' switches 'cause bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes still wanna
(You we do)

I bleed like the next man but the gat is in my hand
You can bet my ass is comin' out on top
L.A. hustlers live without money
So before I make sense I ta make a knot

'Cause I fuck without my hoes
And I can't hit no without the 6-4
Everybody fuck a nigga like me
But I won't be back in the CPT

Niggas tryin' to me stuff
Billy Boy give a fuck
First I you with my rhyme
Then I'll fuck you my 9

Don't your please cos I don't bang
But I'm to fully slang
40 end down your crew
The circle's I thought you knew

I fold a rapper a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock 'em all up like a of punk bitches
Now I got his whole crew wearin' heels and dishes

You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin'
Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me
R E S P E C T C O O L I O G
M to the A, A to the D
A full of niggas that you don't wanna see

You nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket of snaps
Ain't no in my motherfuckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I indo smoke
you diss my city then you choke

C O M P T O N
Punk get two to the chin
I don't a fuck what'cha got or who you know
Step to the madness, ass gotta go

Ain't a damn thing changed but only the
East Coast, West get this clear
You don't see my crew
The circle's I thought you knew