Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the and went to flows
Listen to me tell my gutter and it goes

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and she had nice things
The and
All of her clothes quite
To never be a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my it Simon?
Stay grown
That's why my pockets be
some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my I used to
serves
Now I, words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though until it got hot so
Escape I did like El
But nuevas get fedded vato

I up, pull up
serves
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up bussin'
Young pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm serves
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this absurd
Or maybe find me on my where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, honcho
El with the hot flows
Still in with the block though
Hit a and make the knot grow
Push a push it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In dark or nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly with the mag though
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry food
All in, refuse to
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask me, I'm that dude

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
Young nigga up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin'

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
It's just something about hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' serves nigga all at the parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't it in language arts
Damn nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking
I got film of your bitch, on my
Had to show it to my homies, right here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god nothing
I to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
fuck it, oops fuck it
That come the pop-off
You my son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga it back
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves