Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know that you think foolin
But you aint me, man
I dont a shit 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 you're on the beat

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

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

with all the fake aggression
I can see that not true
I killers, I know gangsters
And they heard of you

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

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

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

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

Where's the Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the
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 dead on the TV
real these days 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

it's big Bun B and I'm back again
Talkin shit on the track again
Too many motherfuckers be lyin
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 well pack it in

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

see if you a boss
And if is scared of you
And if somebody tryin to take shit
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?
tell the truth for real

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

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

Ras and UGK
You we stay connected
Trill 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?
that cribs 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 many on the TV
How real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead on the TV
Bein these days ain't easy

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

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I ain't never you with 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 used to the D
Patron and wood Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, C
Bitch, I got a of names

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

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

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

The niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get them punks
come home tryin to act tough
When they was up there gettin fucked in the

Where's the Where's the stars?
the whips? Where's the cars?
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 moots on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I hear is dead on the TV
Bein real these ain't easy

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