Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I went to go with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
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 it Simon?
remarkably grown
That's why my pockets be
Ducked some feds, dumped then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my I used to
serves
Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just
We had the though until it really got hot so
I did like El Chapo
But still get fedded vato

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

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm bussin'
But you won't me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is
way I'm 'bout 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 with the hot flows
Still logged in with the though
Hit a thang and make the grow
Push a nigga it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In or night nigga I glow
Old nigga the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be careful he bust his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that

I pull up, up
serves
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking 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)
serves

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

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga it back
I up bussin' serves
Young nigga pull up, up
serves (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 from rapping it or)
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