Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know you think youre foolin
But you foolin me, man
I give a shit man, Im out here man
you want man
Sweat or blood, man

Liar, liar, pants on
not gangsta, you're not street
You just 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

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

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

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

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

And
Find a pretty girl and settle
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
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? Where's the
that cribs and where's the yards?
Cause all I see is

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

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

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

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

I'm like, really what's happenin
You boys talk about crack again?
Cause we believe you, need more people
Y'all as well just pack it in

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

Lemme see if you a
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody tryin to 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' or bitch-up?
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 that
So be easy, nigga

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

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

the G's? Where's the stars?
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's cribs 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 and where's 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
Bein these 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

Where the Benz and where the
Candy with candy clothes
Where the cocaine, where the
the SoundScan, where the shows?

You's a pimp, bitch, the track?
Where the diamonds and the Lac
You say you in hot pursuit
But I ain't seen you with a prostitute

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

So hood, I to whip the D
and wood when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, C
Bitch, I got a of names

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

I guess think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
Jumpin out a red-candy

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

The main niggas that pop the
Go to the pen and get with them
Then come home to act tough
When was up there gettin fucked in the butt

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

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

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 bare on the TV
Bein real these days easy