Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse 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 we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas still in the
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't 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 been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you 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 out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

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

My nigga Hood in this
Still on that
Shout out my Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off that
Threw up on the
Owner talkin' about he his money back
He half of the money back
Twist all the money and left
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg