Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

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

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

What's with all the fake
I can see that it's not
I know killers, I know
And they heard of you

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

You should pull your up
You know it your type of look
no playa, you're no pimp
I that you should read a book

And
Find yourself a pretty and settle
You know if it's on
That you drawin for no metal

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

Where's the G's? Where's the
Where's the Where's the cars?
that cribs 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 many on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I is dead hooks on the TV
Bein these days ain't easy

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

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

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

Show me the you're 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 motherfuckers is of you
And if somebody to take your shit
Let me see you prepared to do

Are you to go to war?
Are you ready to shoot to
Are you gon' man-up or bitch-up?
Just tell the for real

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

Cause you know, you ain't no drama
And you know that you don't want it
So the fuck out of the way
them trill-ass niggas 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? the stars?
Where's the Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs and the yards?
all I see is hype

Where's the dough? the cash?
Where's the hoes? the gash?
Where's the blicks and where's the
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 these ain't easy

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

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

I got I say
believe me, ask Lil' J
On the ask Ice-T
good 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 in the H.O.V. lane
red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no
Chased by the Feds but it no thang

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

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

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

Where's the Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the
Where's that cribs and the yards?
all I see is hype

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

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

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