Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started the blow and went to flows
to me tell my gutter 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 clothes quite
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream,
She put me on
And my it Simon?
remarkably grown
That's why my be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss heads, nigga
In French village, I went they got the rent building
Got so I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
in microphone and write them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I to
serves
Now I, words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever Im'a just splurge
We had the spot until it really got hot so
I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get vato

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

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm serves
But you won't find me and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man flow's 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, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, head
El Chapo with the hot
logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy to that Pablo
In dark or night 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 quit when the violence hit, beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, to lose
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I up bussin' serves
Young nigga pull up, up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin' (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 them hundreds, when you thumbing through them
I quit fucking them 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 all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your
Smash the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right my life mane
Hit a with 30, lost 20 at the dice game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I to god it's nothing
I to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
fuck it, oops fuck it
That come with the
You my son's son li'l nigga, call me

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