Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

Liar, liar, on fire
You're not gangsta, you're not
You just make yourself sound
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 them rappers talk
Love to sit and
But we know that you don't walk the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see if you a
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody tryin to take your
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 the truth 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

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 trill, so just respect it
And check it and me

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

Where's the dough? Where's the
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 hooks on the TV
Bein real these 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 easy

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
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 me, ask Lil' J
On the ask Ice-T
Fuck but my dick ain't free

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

Gettin head in the H.O.V.
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 I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
out a red-candy thin

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

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

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

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

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