Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

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

a fan of hip hop, wankin
When you hear them talk
to sit and listen
But we know that you 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 ain't robbed nobody, shanked
You ain't no gun
You ain't seen no action
Who do you you foolin, son?

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

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

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

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

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

Too moots on the TV
How real 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 again
Talkin that shit on the track
Too many motherfuckers be about
Sellin, buyin and

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

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

see if you a boss
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody tryin to take 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 truth for

Are you ready to take a
Walk up to 'em and squeeze the
I don't think so cause you ain't 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 niggas 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? the stars?
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 Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks and the mash?
Cause all I see is

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

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

the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with candy
the cocaine, where the o's?
Where the SoundScan, 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 never seen you a prostitute

I got I say
Don't me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask
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, Percy Mack, C
Bitch, I got a of names

Gettin in the H.O.V. lane
red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it no gang
Chased by the Feds but it no thang

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

snitch, never 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 them
Then come tryin to act tough
they was up there gettin fucked in the butt

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

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

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

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