Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know that you youre foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont give a man, Im out here man
Wherever you man
or fuckin blood, man

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

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

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

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

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

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

And
yourself a pretty girl and settle
You know that if on
That you ain't drawin for no

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

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

Where's the dough? Where's the
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 crooks on the TV?
All I is dead hooks on the TV
Bein real these days easy

Too moots 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 shit on the track
Too motherfuckers be lyin about
Sellin, and traffickin

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

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

see if you a boss
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody tryin to 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?
Just the truth for real

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

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

Ras and UGK
You know we connected
recognize trill, so just respect it
And it and tell me

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

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

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

a pimp, bitch, where the track?
Where the diamonds and the Lac
You say you in hot pursuit
But I ain't never seen you a prostitute

I got I say
Don't 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, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, C
Bitch, I got a bunch of

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

I they think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
out a red-candy thin

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

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

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

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

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