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 then we for pollen
We killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' 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, with topless twins
Picture me but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
Talkin' about M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of that Jackson
bitch gon' need a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I only two goals
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 left the
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
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, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
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, that 44 ain't no
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have 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 other night off that
up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money
He wanted half of the money
Twist took all the and left
some Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg