Luyện nghe bài hát Where They At?

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

Yeah, they at?
Where the hoes at? Where at?
Where the bitches at? they 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 century club boy with stri-nap
Talkin' 'bout, never save a ho
why you have that breezy drivin' your 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 enemy, so whats next?
You just mad 'cuz I got hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex

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

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

Been on these hoes since the 8-0's
It take much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin', if my chose you
We in another lifetime, my game is full

It won't happen, as as she's my bitch
I give a fuck if you fake pimps my shit
'Cuz I'mma mack these like never before
And every I grab the mic I gotta better flow

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

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

I went from about the clothes I was wearin' at a party
To all the hoes that let me see their bodies
It's not an transition thing
I wasn't born hoes, wearin' pinky rings

walked around sayin', "Who am I?"
'Cuz when I old movies like 'Superfly'
It was my destiny, to a pimp legacy
And reach levels other niggas see

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

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

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

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

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

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

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