Luyện nghe bài hát Where's Da G's

Dirty stank, man
I know you think youre foolin
But you foolin me, man
I dont give a man, Im out here man
Wherever you man
or fuckin blood, man

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

You got yourself in no
Life situations yet
no dealer, you're not ballin
You just get in debt

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

What's with all the fake
I can see it's not true
I know killers, I know
And never heard of you

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

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

And
Find yourself a girl and settle
You know if it's on
That you ain't drawin for no

I know them rap songs got you
You're some 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 whips? the cars?
Where's that cribs and where's the
Cause all I see is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you ready to go to
Are you ready to shoot to
Are you really gon' man-up or
Just tell the truth for

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

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

Ras and UGK
You we stay connected
Trill recognize trill, so respect it
And it and tell me

Where's the Where's the stars?
Where's the whips? the cars?
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 and where's 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 easy

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

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

You's a pimp, bitch, the track?
Where the diamonds and the Lac
You say that you in hot
But I ain't never seen you a prostitute

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

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

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

I guess they think I sell cocaine
92 in my chain
out a red-candy thin

Never snitch, tell
Get caught up, go back to
Before I them hoes shit
Fuck the law, can eat my dick

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

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

Where's the Where's the cash?
Where's the Where's the gash?
Where's the and where's the mash?
Cause all I see is

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

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