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 man, Im out here man
you want man
Sweat or blood, man

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

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

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

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

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

You should pull trousers 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
you ain't drawin for no metal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

see if you a boss
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody tryin to take your
Let me see you prepared to do

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

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

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

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

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

the dough? Where's 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 real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is dead on the TV
Bein real these days ain't

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

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
Where the and where the Lac
You say you in hot pursuit
But I never seen you with a prostitute

I got I say
believe me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask
Fuck good but my dick free

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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