Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

You ain't got in no
Life situations yet
You're no dealer, you're not
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 with all the fake
I can see it's not true
I know killers, I gangsters
And they heard of you

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

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

And
yourself a pretty girl and settle
You know that if on
That you ain't for no metal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cause you know, you ain't no drama
And you know you really don't want it
So stay the out of the way
them trill-ass 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 that and where's the yards?
Cause all I see is

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

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

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

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

You's a pimp, bitch, the track?
Where the diamonds and the Lac
You say you in hot pursuit
But I ain't seen you with a prostitute

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

So hood, I to whip the D
and wood when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp 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 but it ain't no thang

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

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

The niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with them
Then come tryin to act tough
When they was up gettin fucked in the butt

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

Where's the dough? Where's the
the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the and where's the mash?
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 moots on the TV
How real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare on the TV
Bein real these days easy