Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse got me sweatin' and shit
to God
Hov, fuck 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 killin' no minors, you niggas still in the
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 earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
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 give that fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got time for you
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We have them choppers
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg