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 then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I did my time, I'm getting better with 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 with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

nigga, rest 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 that bitch Elvis
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I got time for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these hoes to
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't these niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' have them
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we have them choppers
we gon' them choppers
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We have them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg