Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know you think 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, pants on
You're not gangsta, not street
You just make sound gangsta
When rappin on the beat

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

a fan of hip hop, wankin
When you them rappers talk
to sit and listen
But we know that you walk the walk

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

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

You should pull your 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 girl and
You know if it's 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, que sera
And what will be be, boy

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

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

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

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

I'm like, really though happenin
You boys talk about that crack
Cause we believe you, need more people
might as well just pack it in

Show me the paper stackin in
Show me the you got on hold
Show me workers, show me your shooters
see the neighborhood you control

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

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

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

Cause you know, you ain't 'bout no
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 connected
recognize trill, so just respect it
And check it and me

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

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

Too many on the TV
How real crooks on the TV?
All I hear is hooks on the TV
real these 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 easy

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
Where the diamonds and 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 ask Ice-T
Fuck good but my dick ain't

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 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 cocaine
92 in my chain
Jumpin out a red-candy

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

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

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

Where's the dough? the cash?
Where's the hoes? 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 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