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 shit man, Im out man
Wherever you man
Sweat or blood, man

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

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

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

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

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

You should pull trousers up
You know it ain't your 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 that if on
That you ain't for no metal

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

Where's the Where's the stars?
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's that and where's the yards?
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 crooks on the TV?
All I is dead hooks on the TV
Bein real days 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

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

I'm like, really what's happenin
You talk about that crack again?
Cause we believe you, need more people
Y'all might as well pack it in

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

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

Are you to go to war?
Are you to shoot to kill?
Are you really gon' or bitch-up?
tell the truth for real

Are you ready to a life
Walk up to 'em and the trigger
I don't think so cause you ain't like that
So be easy, nigga

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

Ras and UGK
You we stay connected
Trill recognize trill, so just it
And check it and me

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

Where's the Where's the cash?
Where's the Where's the gash?
Where's the and where's 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 many on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I see is poop on the TV
Bein these days ain't easy

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
Where the and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I ain't never seen you with a

I got I say
Don't me, ask Lil' J
On the ask Ice-T
Fuck good but my dick free

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

Gettin in the H.O.V. lane
Gettin red, I let my hang
Wear a lot of red but it no gang
Chased by the but it ain't no thang

I guess they think I sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
Jumpin out a thin

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

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

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

Where's the dough? the cash?
Where's the hoes? the gash?
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 days ain't 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