Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

Liar, liar, pants on
You're not gangsta, you're not
You just make yourself sound
When rappin on the beat

You ain't got in no
Life threatenin yet
You're no dealer, not ballin
You get yourself in debt

You're a fan of hip hop,
you hear them rappers talk
Love to sit and
But we that you don't walk the walk

What's with all the fake
I can see that not true
I killers, I know gangsters
And they never of you

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

You should pull your up
You know it your type of look
no playa, you're no pimp
I think that you read a book

And
yourself a pretty girl and settle
You that if it's on
That you ain't drawin for no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Show me the paper stackin in
Show me the blocks you got on
Show me your workers, show me your
see the neighborhood you control

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

Are you to go to war?
Are you ready to to kill?
Are you gon' man-up or bitch-up?
Just tell the truth for

Are you to take a life
Walk up to 'em and squeeze the
I don't think so cause you built like that
So be easy, nigga

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

Ras and UGK
You know we stay
Trill trill, so just respect it
And check it and me

the G's? Where'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? the cash?
the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks and the mash?
all I see is hype

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

Too many on the TV
How many crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare on the TV
Bein real these days easy

the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with candy
Where the cocaine, where the
Where the SoundScan, where the

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I ain't never seen you with a

I got I say
Don't believe me, ask J
On the West ask
Fuck good but my 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
Gettin red, I let my hang
a lot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by the Feds but it no thang

I guess they I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
out a red-candy thin

Never snitch, tell
Get caught up, go to jail
Before I tell them hoes
Fuck the law, they can eat my

The main that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with punks
Then come home to act tough
When they was up there fucked in the butt

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

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

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

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