Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil then 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 murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
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 out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
Talkin' some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of that Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I got time for you hoes
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
Elvis left the
And I take these hoes to
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes 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 know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I might get money, bitches
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' them choppers
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have them
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood in this bitch
on that D'usse
Shout out my Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the night off that D'usse
Threw up on the
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money
He wanted half of the back
Twist took all the money and
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg