Luyện nghe bài hát Where They At?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mackin' on these hoes since the 8-0's
It don't take much for me to 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 a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit
'Cuz I'mma mack these hoes never before
And every I grab the mic I gotta better flow

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

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

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

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

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

true, in 1982
Me and Freddy B the tapes to you
X-rated, talkin' 'bout and thugs
All the dope-dealers rich sellin' drugs

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

Ask an East Oakland nigga, I bet you he
Is she mixed Japanese or fillapino?
I always the game when I rap
All I wanna is where the hoes at?

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

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

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