Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know that you think foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont give a shit man, Im out man
Wherever you man
or fuckin blood, man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know rap songs got you thinkin
You're kind of G
Well if that's the case, que sera
And what will be be, boy

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

Where's the dough? Where's the
the hoes? Where's the gash?
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 hooks on the TV
Bein real these days 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

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

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

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

Lemme see if you a
And if motherfuckers is of you
And if tryin to take 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' man-up or
Just tell the for real

Are you to take a life
Walk up to 'em and 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 you really don't want it
So the fuck out of the way
them trill-ass 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 G's? Where's the
Where's the whips? the cars?
Where's cribs and where's the yards?
Cause all I see is

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

Too many 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
Bein real these days easy

Where the and where the hoes?
niggas with candy clothes
Where the cocaine, the o's?
Where the SoundScan, the shows?

You's a pimp, bitch, the track?
the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I never seen you with a prostitute

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

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

Gettin 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 but it ain't no thang

I guess they think I still sell
92 carrots in my
out a red-candy thin

Never snitch, never
Get caught up, go to jail
Before I tell them shit
Fuck the law, can eat my dick

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

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

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

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

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