Luyện nghe bài hát Thought You Knew

Never a fuck and I still don't
So save your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my
A young BG deranged in the
The youngest on the chain gang

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

Never been a baller but I trap ballin'
Homies y'know I don't 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

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

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

As I crack dice one hood to the next
Doin' credit 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 sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya me my ends
If a bag is sold in the park I want in

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

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

'Cause I can't without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch the 6-4
Everybody wanna fuck a nigga me
But I won't be back 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 please cos I don't bang
But I'm down to slang
40 Thevz end down crew
The circle's deep I you knew

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass
Walk into his 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 wanna see me out the motherfuckin' front
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 you don't wanna see

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

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

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