Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar