Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

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

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

What's 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 seen no ghetto
Who do you you foolin, son?

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

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

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

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

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

Too moots on the TV
How many crooks on the TV?
All I hear is hooks 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

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

I'm like, really though happenin
You talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need 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
Lemme see the you control

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where's the dough? the cash?
Where's the 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 many crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare on the TV
Bein real these days ain't

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

a pimp, bitch, where the track?
Where the and where the Lac
You say you in hot pursuit
But I never seen you with a prostitute

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

So hood, I to whip the D
and wood when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, C
Bitch, I got a of names

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

I guess think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
Jumpin out a thin

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

The main niggas that pop the
Go to the pen and get them punks
Then home tryin to act tough
When they was up there fucked in the butt

the G's? Where'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? 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 real crooks on the TV?
All I is dead hooks 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