Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

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

I pull up, up
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I pull up, up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I pull up serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
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On my nigga
Pull up, I'm bussin'
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is
way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, head
El with the hot flows
logged in with the block though
Hit a and make the knot grow
Push a push it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In dark or nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga it bool
Out here hungry chasing
All in, refuse to
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm dude

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

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

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