Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know that you youre foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont a shit man, Im out here man
Wherever you man
or fuckin blood, man

Liar, liar, on fire
You're not gangsta, not street
You make yourself sound gangsta
you're rappin on the beat

You got yourself in no
Life situations yet
You're no dealer, you're not
You get yourself in debt

a fan of hip hop, wankin
When you hear them rappers
to sit and listen
But we that you don't walk the walk

What's with all the aggression
I can see it's not true
I know killers, I gangsters
And never heard of you

You ain't robbed nobody, nobody
You bust no gun
You seen no ghetto action
Who do you you foolin, son?

You should your trousers up
You know it ain't type of look
no playa, you're no pimp
I that you should read a book

And
Find yourself a pretty girl and
You know if it's on
That you drawin for no metal

I know them rap songs got you
You're some of G
Well if that's the case, que sera
And will be will be, boy

Where's the G's? the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the
Where's that cribs and where's the
Cause all I see is

Where's the dough? Where's the
Where's the hoes? Where's the
Where's the blicks and where's the
Cause all I see is

Too moots on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I hear is hooks on the TV
real these days ain't easy

Too many on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I see is bare on the TV
real these days ain't easy

Well it's big Bun B and I'm back
Talkin that on the track again
Too many be lyin about
Sellin, buyin and

I'm like, really though happenin
You boys talk about crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more
Y'all might as just pack it in

Show me the you're stackin in
Show me the you got on hold
Show me your workers, me your shooters
Lemme see the you control

see if you a boss
And if is scared of you
And if somebody tryin to take your
Let me see what you to do

Are you ready to go to
Are you ready to shoot to
Are you really gon' or bitch-up?
tell the truth for real

Are you ready to take a
Walk up to 'em and the trigger
I don't think so cause you ain't built that
So just be easy,

Cause you know, you 'bout no drama
And you that you really don't want it
So the fuck out of the way
When them trill-ass is on it

Ras and UGK
You know we stay
recognize trill, so just respect it
And it and tell me

Where's the G's? Where's the
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's cribs and where's the yards?
Cause all I see is

Where's the dough? the cash?
the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks and where's the
all I see is hype

Too moots on the TV
How real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is hooks on the TV
Bein real these days ain't

Too many on the TV
How real crooks on the TV?
All I see is poop on the TV
real these days ain't easy

Where the and where the hoes?
Candy with candy clothes
the cocaine, where the o's?
Where the SoundScan, where the

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
Where the and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I never seen you with a prostitute

I got I say
Don't believe me, ask J
On the ask Ice-T
Fuck but my dick ain't free

So hood, I used to the D
Patron and when Im in the B
Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a of names

Gettin in the H.O.V. lane
red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no
Chased by the Feds but it no thang

I guess they think I still sell
92 in my chain
out a red-candy thin

Never snitch, tell
Get up, go back to jail
Before I tell hoes shit
the law, they can eat my dick

The main that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get them punks
Then come tryin to act tough
When was up there gettin fucked in the butt

Where's the G's? the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the
that cribs and where's the yards?
Cause all I see is

Where's the dough? Where's the
the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks and where's the
Cause all I see is

Too many on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I hear is hooks on the TV
Bein real these days easy

Too many on the TV
How many crooks on the TV?
All I see is poop on the TV
Bein real these ain't easy