Luyện nghe bài hát Where They At?

Where they at? Where at?
Where the hoes at? Where at?
Where the bitches at? Where at?
Where they at? they at?

Yeah, they at?
the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where at?
Where they at? they at?

Y'all niggas always talkin' bad a breezy
Talkin' 'bout that young-ass, rich-ass Too Sheezy
callin' a woman out a name
Callin' her a bitch, now that's a

What if somebody called your woman
You'd be all up at the century club boy your stri-nap
'bout, I'll never save a ho
Then why you have that drivin' your big-body Benz for?

You say you only out to get some head, and to stab
But I see you up at Monty's her lobster and crab
They say that captain is a worst enemy, so whats next?
You just mad 'cuz I got more than you got diamonds on your rolex

I realize makin' six platinums in a row
The shit was easy, so I had to get more
I never did like stiff
I fuck like a rap, ain't no flows

I'm a nigga, born and bred
Got a wild imagination I'm on the bed
I my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister
Felt on her mommas booty but kissed her

mackin' on these hoes since the 8-0's
It don't much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin', if my chose you
We in another lifetime, my game is proof

It won't happen, as long as she's my
I give a fuck if you fake peep my shit
'Cuz mack these hoes like never before
And time I grab the mic I gotta better flow

Where they at? they at?
Where the hoes at? Where at?
Where the bitches at? they at?
they at? Where they at?

Yeah, they at?
Where the at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where at?
Where they at? they at?

I went rappin' about the clothes I was wearin' at a party
To all the hoes that let me see their bodies
It's not an transition thing
I born pimpin' hoes, wearin' pinky rings

Never walked sayin', "Who am I?"
'Cuz when I seen old like 'Superfly'
It was my destiny, to live a legacy
And reach levels other never see

In '81 I friendly, but now it's on
One day I said on the microphone
About hoes, suckin' ten toes
People loved it, that's how the story

true, in 1982
Me and B sold the tapes to you
X-rated, talkin' bitches and thugs
All the dope-dealers gettin' rich sellin'

Too $hort bumpin' in the
You thought I retired, I'm back now
Like a house party, or a side
I got the Spanish, black and hoes

Ask an Oakland nigga, I bet you he know
Is she mixed with or fillapino?
I always spit the when I rap
All I know is where the hoes at?

Where they at? they at?
Where the hoes at? Where at?
Where the at? Where they at?
they at? Where they at?

Yeah, they at?
the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the at? Where they at?
they at? Where they at?

Where the hoes at? Where at?
Where the at? Where they at? Yeah