Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

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

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

What's all the fake aggression
I can see that not true
I killers, I know gangsters
And they heard 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 your trousers up
You know it ain't type of look
You're no playa, no pimp
I think you should read a book

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

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

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

Where's the dough? Where's the
Where's the 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 ain't easy

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

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

me the paper you're stackin in
Show me the you got on hold
Show me your workers, 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 what you to do

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

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

Cause you know, you ain't 'bout no
And you know that you really don't it
So the fuck out of the way
When them niggas is on it

Ras and UGK
You know we connected
Trill recognize trill, so just it
And it and tell me

Where's the G's? Where's the
Where's the whips? 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?
Where's the blicks and where's the
Cause all I see is

Too moots 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
Bein real these days easy

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

You's a pimp, bitch, the track?
Where the diamonds and the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I ain't never seen you a prostitute

I got I say
Don't believe me, ask 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, Tony Snow, Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of

head 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 they think I still sell cocaine
92 in my chain
Jumpin out a thin

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

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

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

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