Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And
yourself a pretty girl and settle
You that if it's on
That you drawin for no metal

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

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

the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? the gash?
Where's the blicks and 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 ain't easy

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

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

I'm like, really though what's
You boys talk about that crack
Cause we don't you, need more people
Y'all might as well 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 motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody to take your shit
Let me see what you to do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas candy clothes
the cocaine, where 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 ain't never seen you with a

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

So hood, I to whip the D
Patron and wood Im in the B
Jones, Tony 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 Feds but it ain't no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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