Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

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

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

with all the fake aggression
I can see that not true
I know killers, I gangsters
And never heard of you

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

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

And
Find yourself a pretty girl and
You know if it's on
That you ain't for no metal

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

Where's the Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the
Where's cribs and where's the yards?
all I see is hype

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

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

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

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

I'm like, really though what's
You boys talk that crack again?
Cause we don't you, need more people
might as well just pack it in

Show me the paper you're in
Show me the you got on hold
Show me your workers, show me your
Lemme see the neighborhood you

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

Are you to go to war?
Are you to shoot to kill?
Are you really gon' man-up or
Just the truth for real

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

Cause you know, you ain't 'bout no
And you know you really don't want it
So stay the out of the way
When them niggas is on it

Ras and UGK
You know we connected
Trill trill, so just respect it
And it and tell me

the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? the cars?
Where's 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 and where's the mash?
Cause all I see is

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

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 Benz and the hoes?
niggas with candy clothes
Where the cocaine, the o's?
Where the SoundScan, the shows?

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

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

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

Gettin in the H.O.V. lane
red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it no gang
Chased by the Feds but it no thang

I guess they think I still sell
92 carrots in my
Jumpin out a red-candy

snitch, never tell
Get up, go back to jail
Before I tell them shit
Fuck the law, they can eat my

The main niggas pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with them
Then come home tryin to act
When they was up there gettin fucked in the

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

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

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

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