Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, with 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 still in the
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster
Talkin' about some M's, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
bitch gon' need a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
I only 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' spot we can at
Elvis the building
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You bring that chopper
'Cause we have them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have them
You bring 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 passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his back
He half of the money back
Twist took all the money and
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar