Luyện nghe bài hát Where They At?

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

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

niggas always talkin' bad about a breezy
Talkin' 'bout that young-ass, nigga Too Sheezy
Always a woman out a name
her a bitch, now that's a shame

What if somebody called your woman
You'd be all up at the century boy with your stri-nap
Talkin' 'bout, I'll save a ho
Then why you have breezy drivin' your big-body Benz for?

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

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

I'm a California nigga, born and
Got a wild imagination I'm on the bed
I love my woman, I love her and her sister
Felt on her mommas but never kissed her

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

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

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

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

I went from rappin' the clothes I was wearin' at a party
To all the hoes that let me see their naked
It's not an overnight transition
I wasn't born pimpin' hoes, wearin' pinky

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

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

true, in 1982
Me and Freddy B sold the to you
X-rated, talkin' 'bout bitches and
All the gettin' rich sellin' drugs

Too bumpin' in the background
You I retired, bitch I'm back now
Like a party, or a side show
I got the Spanish, black and white

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

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

Yeah, where at?
Where the at? Where they at?
Where the at? Where they at?
Where at? Where they at?

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