Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started the blow and went to flows
Listen to me my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her quite clean
To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my it Simon?
remarkably grown
That's why my pockets be
Ducked some feds, dumped then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is to flowing ignite my home I used to
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Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though until it got hot so
I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get fedded

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I pull up serves
Young pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
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On my nigga
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, honcho
El Chapo the hot flows
Still logged in with the block
Hit a thang and the knot grow
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In dark or night I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm dude

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga it back
I pull up serves
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
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I got my mind on my money, money on my
It's just something about them hundreds, you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I
I pull up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in arts
Damn that street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the Transporter
I got film of bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the game
it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops it
That with the pop-off
You my son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw

I up, pull up
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I pull up, up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up bussin'
Young nigga pull up, up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
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