Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know that you think foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont give a shit man, Im out man
Wherever you man
Sweat or blood, man

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

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

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

What's with all the fake
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 ain't seen no action
Who do you you foolin, son?

You should your trousers up
You know it ain't your of look
You're no playa, no pimp
I think that you should a book

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

I know rap songs got you thinkin
some kind of G
Well if that's the case, then que
And what be will be, boy

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

the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks and where's the
all I see is hype

Too moots on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I hear is hooks on the TV
Bein real these days easy

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

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

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

Show me the paper stackin in
me the blocks you got on hold
Show me workers, show me your shooters
Lemme see the neighborhood you

see if you a boss
And if is scared of you
And if somebody to take your shit
Let me see you prepared to do

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

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

you know, you ain't 'bout no drama
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 check it and me

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

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

Too moots on the TV
How many crooks on the TV?
All I is dead hooks on the TV
Bein 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 days ain't

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

You's a pimp, bitch, where the
the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I never seen you with a prostitute

I got I say
Don't believe me, ask J
On the ask Ice-T
Fuck good but my dick ain't

So hood, I to whip the D
Patron and wood Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a of names

Gettin 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 Feds but it no thang

I guess they think I still cocaine
92 carrots in my
out a red-candy thin

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

The niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get them punks
Then come home to act tough
When they was up there fucked in the butt

Where's the G's? the stars?
Where's the whips? the cars?
Where's cribs and where's the yards?
all I see is hype

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

Too moots on the TV
How many 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 ain't easy