Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

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

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

On my mama
Pull up, I'm serves
But you won't me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's
Or maybe me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for
Necked it to a
Jefe, honcho
El Chapo the hot flows
Still logged in with the though
Hit a thang and the knot grow
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it
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 pull up, up
serves
Young chasing it back
I up bussin' serves
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be 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)
serves

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
It's just something about them hundreds, when you through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' serves nigga all at the parks
I talk money fluent, they teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' 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 right here my mane
Hit a lick with 30, 20 at the dice game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god nothing
I tried to that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, fuck it
That with 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 up bussin' serves
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin'