Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her clothes quite
To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my it Simon?
Stay grown
That's why my be long
Ducked some feds, packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I till they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing my home I used to
Buss
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 still get fedded vato

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

On my mama
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't find me and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere man this flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is
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, honcho
El with the hot flows
Still logged in the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In dark or night I glow
Old with the bag bro
nigga with the mag though
Be careful 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, to lose
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

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

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

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