Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know that you think foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont a shit 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
When rappin on the beat

You ain't got in no
Life threatenin 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
Love to sit and
But we that you don't walk the walk

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where's the Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the
the blicks 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 dead on the TV
real these days ain't easy

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

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

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

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

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

Are you to go to war?
Are you ready to 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 squeeze the
I think so cause you ain't built like that
So be easy, nigga

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

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

Where's the G's? Where's the
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
Where's the hoes? Where's the
Where's the blicks and the mash?
Cause all I see is

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

Where the and where the hoes?
niggas with candy clothes
Where the cocaine, where the
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 ain't never you with a prostitute

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

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

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

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

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

The niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with punks
Then come home to act tough
When they was up there gettin fucked in the

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

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

Too moots on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I see is bare on the TV
Bein real these days easy