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 robbin' for
We ain't no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with 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 to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I got time for you hoes
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb shit
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this real
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better that chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' have choppers
we have them choppers
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in bitch
Still on that
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil
He passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the
Owner talkin' he wanted his money back
He half of the money back
Twist took all the money and
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg