Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I that you think youre foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont a shit man, Im out here man
you want man
Sweat or blood, man

Liar, liar, pants on
not gangsta, you're not street
You just make yourself gangsta
When you're rappin on the

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

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

What's all the fake aggression
I can see that it's not
I killers, I know gangsters
And they heard of you

You robbed nobody, shanked nobody
You ain't no gun
You ain't no ghetto action
Who do you you foolin, son?

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

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

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

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

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

Too many on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I hear is hooks on the TV
Bein real these days ain't

Too moots on the TV
How many crooks on the TV?
All I see is poop on the TV
Bein real these days easy

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

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

me the paper you're stackin in
Show me the blocks you got on
Show me your workers, me your shooters
Lemme see the you control

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

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

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

Cause you know, you 'bout no drama
And you know that you don't want it
So the fuck out of the way
When them trill-ass is on it

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

Where's the G's? the stars?
Where's the Where's the cars?
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 days easy

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

Where the Benz and the hoes?
Candy with candy clothes
Where the cocaine, the o's?
Where the SoundScan, the shows?

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

I got I say
Don't me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask
Fuck good but my dick ain't

So hood, I to whip the D
Patron and when Im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, C
Bitch, I got a bunch of

Gettin head in the H.O.V.
Gettin red, I let my nuts
Wear a lot of red but it no gang
Chased by the Feds but it ain't no

I guess think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my
Jumpin out a red-candy

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

The main that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with punks
Then come home tryin to act
When they was up there gettin fucked in the

Where's the G's? the stars?
Where's the whips? Where's the
Where's that and where's the yards?
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 moots on the TV
How many real on the TV?
All I is dead hooks on the TV
Bein real these ain't easy

Too many on the TV
How many crooks on the TV?
All I see is poop on the TV
Bein real these days easy