Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

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

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

with all the fake aggression
I can see it's not true
I know killers, I gangsters
And they heard of you

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

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

And
yourself a pretty girl and settle
You know that if on
That you drawin for no metal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you to go to war?
Are you ready to shoot to
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,

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

Ras and UGK
You know we stay
Trill recognize trill, so just it
And it and tell me

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?
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 ain't

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

Where the Benz and where the
Candy niggas with 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 you in hot pursuit
But I ain't never you with a prostitute

I got I say
Don't believe me, ask J
On the West ask
good but my dick ain't free

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

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

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

The niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with them
Then come tryin to act tough
When they was up there gettin in the butt

Where's the Where's the stars?
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs and where's the
all I see is hype

Where's the Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? 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 hear is dead on the TV
Bein real these days ain't

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