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, on fire
You're not gangsta, not street
You just make yourself sound
When you're on the beat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Show me the paper stackin 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 to take your shit
Let me see what you to do

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

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

Cause you know, you 'bout no drama
And you know that you really want it
So stay the out of the way
When trill-ass niggas is on it

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

Where's the 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?
the hoes? 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 is dead 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 ain't easy

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

a pimp, bitch, where the track?
Where the and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I never seen you with a prostitute

I got I say
Don't me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask
Fuck good but my dick free

So hood, I to whip the D
Patron and when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Mack, Pimp 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 they think I still sell cocaine
92 in my chain
out a red-candy thin

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

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

Where's the G's? the stars?
Where's the whips? the cars?
Where's cribs 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 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 bare on the TV
real these days ain't easy