Luyện nghe bài hát U Ain't Knowin

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

All I ever dream is to be rich, to and enjoy this shit
houses and four cars before the A26
Livin the life I made, and learnt trades to payed
In any occasion in these days
It was the street life, that me do these with the thangs
Blowin niggaz shit out, for that, cocaine
I can't explain it, got to it, the gang status
Of the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the capture
Livin lavish, a this cold, hearted down to a savage
A greedy out to have it
Can I be wicked and do the things I gotta do?
In pursuit of things I do with my

[Tray
Daz - ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be
Ain't no busters up amongst us, do or die
Put my life on the line, on the for mine
crime, doin time for these nickels and dimes
On a mission, from riches, shakin the snitches
Layin niggaz down when I handle my
Motherfuckers to lay it low when I'm on the hunt
'cause for my chips niggaz get licked just blunts
in disguise to surprise that ass
Gang-bangin ass criminal, don't to blast
For my set to just a a motherfucker on GP
To make it known, it's on, and you niggaz see me

Daz]
You knowin...
can go on in the streets
Niggaz hustlin, competin for power everyday in the
These ain't knowin...
And you could die a stray bullet, if you ain't
on any niggaz, rest in peace
You motherfuckers knowin...
Dealin with that are corrupt, when
thinkin a 'posed to die at they feet
You motherfuckers knowin...
And you could die from a bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any niggaz, rest in

I'm paranoid 'cause the cops, got me, under
A got jealous, and D tried to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location new
Get to up niggaz and the rest of they crew
to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira
I take a look in my rearview 'cause the be tailin
Bust a left in the alley and let the cops by
And continue my day, feelin as a rise
Stop by my homie Tray house to pick up the gang
(Boo-Yaa!!) One died in the Time's front page
the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin the trash and we'll pull ya
So you better stay the fuck off my block
If ya ya business, no one gets shot

Deee]
Ya getcha wig comin with that bullshit
Fuck the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)
from that city where it's strictly all killas and G's
Keepin heat, known to creep, out to 'em for cheese
Ain't no passes, the fastest to get they shit out
Or to duck, when the slugs get spit out
You know what's happenin so don't be actin like fiction
I'ma catch 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 for the sentence
Catch me on the freeway, smashin while the beat
to let the heat spray, doin it the G way

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

That's I'm seein
niggaz want some of this?
Huh? Do you know we killin niggaz
Get the out the way! (You ain't knowin...)
Hahaha, Dat Daz and Tray Deee the Beast..
it like this, all day everyday..
So if y'all sucka-ass niggaz some of this...
know where to find us... or we'll find you
One on one - on fifty; it don't matter..
Nigga....