Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never gave a and I still don't
So save your lectures, I'm a for the rest of my life
A BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherfucker on the gang

Yeah, I still slang my like a G
Really can I make your ass rest in peace?
No to waste my energy squabbin'
Quick to pull the trigger, put ass in a coffin

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

up out the gutter
Have her stealin' 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 fuck a stupid ass hoodrat

ridin' on my bit
Niggas hit me up and
But I'm the Eastside
the niggas do or die
Representin' a dream
The circle's deep I thought you

As I dice from one hood to the next
credit card schemes and cashin' hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga come runnin' up
Keepin' on the duck

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

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

I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my
You can bet my ass is comin' out on top
L.A. can't live without money
So before I make sense I gots ta make a

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

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

Don't give your cos I don't bang
But I'm down to fully
40 Thevz end down crew
The circle's deep I you knew

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

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

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' a missile
I your ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of
Ain't no punks in my pack
See I use to be broke now I blow smoke
First you my city then you choke

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

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