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 shit man, Im out man
you want man
Sweat or blood, man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? the gash?
Where's the blicks and where's the
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 poop on the TV
Bein real days ain't easy

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

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

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

Lemme see if you a
And if is scared of you
And if tryin 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' or bitch-up?
tell the truth for real

Are you ready to a life
Walk up to 'em and squeeze the
I don't so cause you ain't 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 know we stay
Trill recognize trill, so 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?
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 many real 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 poop on the TV
Bein real these days easy

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
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
believe me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask
Fuck but my dick ain't free

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

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 ain't no

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

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

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

Where's the G's? Where's the
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs and where's the
all I see is hype

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

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