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 for pollen
We ain't no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas don't whine, burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my nigga
Tina turn up in bitch
We got Lauren in this
Serena in this bitch, better 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 fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
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 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from 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 no good
You bring that chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
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 out in the club the other night off that D'usse
up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he his money back
He wanted half of the back
Twist took all the money and
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg