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
you want man
Sweat or blood, man

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

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

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

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

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

And
Find yourself a pretty girl and
You that 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 the case, then que sera
And what be will be, boy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see if you a
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody tryin to take shit
Let me see you prepared to do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the Benz and where the
Candy niggas candy 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 that you in hot
But I ain't seen you with a prostitute

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

So hood, I used to the D
and wood when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of

Gettin head in the H.O.V.
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, never
Get caught up, go back to
Before I tell hoes shit
the law, they can eat my dick

The main niggas pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with punks
Then come tryin to act tough
When was up there gettin fucked in the butt

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

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

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

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