Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

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

Deee]
Daz - ya gotsta for ya side just to be recognized
Ain't no busters up amongst us, do or die
Put my on the line, on the grind for mine
Doin crime, time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, takin riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz when I handle my business
Motherfuckers know to lay it low I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked just blunts
Terrorize in disguise to that ass
Gang-bangin ass criminal, don't mind to
For my set to a check a motherfucker on GP
To it known, it's on, and you niggaz can't 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 could die from a bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any niggaz, rest in
You motherfuckers knowin...
Dealin with niggaz that are corrupt,
a nigga 'posed to die at they feet
You motherfuckers knowin...
And you die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any niggaz, rest in

I'm paranoid the cops, got me, under surveillance
A motherfucker got jealous, and D to tell him
So do? We groove to a location that's new
Get to servin up niggaz and the rest of crew
Rollin to Anaheim, in my Riveira
I take a look in my rearview 'cause the be tailin
Bust a in the alley and let the cops went by
And my day, feelin high as a rise
Stop by my homie Tray Deee house to up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time's front
'cause the boys in the hood are hard
Ya come talkin the and we'll pull ya card
So you motherfuckers stay the fuck off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one shot

[Tray
Ya wig split comin with that bullshit
Fuck with the gang and we bang, get yo hood (yeah!)
Through from that city it's strictly all killas and G's
Keepin heat, known to creep, out to 'em for cheese
no passes, just the fastest to get they shit out
Or lucky to duck, the slugs get spit out
You know what's so don't be actin like it's fiction
'cause I'ma you slippin and put you in that position
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 the beat play
to let the heat spray, doin it the G way

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

That's what I'm
Y'all niggaz want some of
Huh? Do you know we killin niggaz
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 sucka-ass niggaz want of this...
Y'all where to find us... or we'll find you
One on one - fifty on fifty; it matter..
Nigga....