Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' got me sweatin' and shit
to God
Hov, fuck ya boy
C5

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz then we robbin' for
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my Euro
Tina up in this bitch
We got in this bitch
Serena Pink in bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
What's up
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I might get money, bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better that chopper
'Cause we gon' have them
I do it for my hood
That 45 no good
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we have them choppers
we have them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood in this bitch
Still on that
out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he his money back
He wanted of the money back
Twist all the money and left
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar