Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the blow and went to
Listen to me tell my gutter story and it

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

I up, pull up
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I pull up, up
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Young nigga chasing it
I pull up bussin'
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 be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin'

On my mama
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere man this flow's absurd
Or find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El Chapo the hot flows
Still in with the block though
Hit a thang and the knot grow
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In dark or night nigga I
Old with the bag bro
Silly with the mag though
Be careful he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry food
All in, to lose
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I up, pull up
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I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
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I got my on my money, money on my mind
It's just something about hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan'
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, why I grind
I pull up serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in arts
Damn that nigga street smart, razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm gon' break your heart
Smash through the sheet, the fucking Transporter
I got of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this here my life mane
Hit a with 30, lost 20 at the dice game
it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his
Oops it, oops fuck it
That with the pop-off
You my son's son nigga, call me pawpaw

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