Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

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

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

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

up out the gutter
Have her stealin' from her and her mother
rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, I'm cool like that
And I never gave a fuck about a ass hoodrat

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

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

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

In the middle of the night the spot's not hot
You can find Billy Boy rollin' down block
Hittin' switches 'cause bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes 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. hustlers can't live without
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
Everybody wanna fuck a nigga me
But I won't be gettin in the CPT

Niggas tryin' to give me
Boy don't give a fuck
First I warn you my rhyme
I'll fuck you with my 9

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

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

You wanna see me out the motherfuckin' front
Don't you take shit 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 don't see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's with a missile
I chew ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin'
See I use to be broke now I blow indo
First you diss my city you choke

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

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