Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse got me sweatin' and shit
to God
Hov, with ya boy
C5

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

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish
in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
bitch gon' need 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 with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
Elvis the building
And I these 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 dumb
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better that chopper
'Cause we have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' have them
we gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
We gon' have choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg