Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the blow and to flows
Listen to me tell my story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice
The and
All of her clothes clean
To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
Stay remarkably
why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got custom
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In village, I went till they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to neil it
in microphone 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
serves
Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just
We had the spot though it really got hot so
Escape I did like El
But nuevas still get vato

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
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On my nigga
Pull up, I'm serves
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the
Prolly find me rhyming 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, stomping the powder, it louder, soldier for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El Chapo with the hot
Still logged in with the block
Hit a thang and make the knot
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In or night nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga the mag though
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga it bool
Out here hungry chasing
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm dude

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up serves
Young nigga pull up, up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be 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 them hundreds, when you thumbing through 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, it's why I
I pull up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer
I talk fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp
Fall in love me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life
Hit a lick with 30, 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 his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops it
That come the pop-off
You my son's son li'l nigga, call me

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