Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

You got yourself in no
Life situations yet
You're no dealer, not ballin
You just get yourself in

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where's the Where's the stars?
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's that and where's the yards?
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 real on the TV?
All I hear is dead on the TV
Bein real these ain't easy

Too many on the TV
How many crooks 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 that shit on the track
Too motherfuckers be lyin about
Sellin, and traffickin

I'm like, really though what's
You talk about that crack again?
Cause we believe you, need more people
might as well just pack it in

Show me the paper stackin in
Show me the you got on hold
me your 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 you prepared to do

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

Are you to take a life
Walk up to 'em and squeeze the
I don't think so 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
When trill-ass niggas is on it

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

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

Where's the Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? 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 is dead hooks on the TV
Bein real days ain't easy

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

the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with clothes
Where the cocaine, the o's?
the SoundScan, where the shows?

You's a pimp, bitch, the track?
Where the diamonds and the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I ain't never 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 to whip the D
and wood when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of

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

I guess they think I still sell
92 carrots in my
Jumpin out a thin

Never snitch, never
Get caught up, go back to
Before I tell them hoes
Fuck the law, can eat my dick

The main niggas that pop the
Go to the pen and get with punks
come home tryin to act tough
When they was up gettin fucked in the butt

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

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

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

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