Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the and went to flows
to me tell my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had things
The and
All of her quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream,
She put me on
And my with it
remarkably grown
That's why my pockets be
some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the rent
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs like it's on
I let go they worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
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Now I, buss
way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though until it got hot so
Escape I did like El
But nuevas still get fedded

I pull up, up
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I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
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On my mama
Pull up, I'm serves
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this absurd
Or maybe me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El with the hot flows
Still logged in with the block
Hit a thang and make the grow
Push a push it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In dark or nigga I glow
Old nigga the bag bro
Silly with the mag though
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, refuse to
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

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

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing them signs
I quit fucking with niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' serves nigga all at the parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp
in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
Smash the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of your bitch, on my
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my mane
Hit a with 30, lost 20 at the dice game
it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops it
That come the pop-off
You my son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I pull up serves
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (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 milli from it or)
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