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 my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her quite clean
To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my it Simon?
Stay grown
why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is to flowing ignite my home I used to
serves
Now I, words
Either way or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge
We had the though until it really got hot so
I did like El Chapo
But nuevas get fedded vato

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

On my nigga
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't find me 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
way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El with the hot flows
Still in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the 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 out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

I pull up, up
serves
I up, pull up
serves
Young chasing it back
I pull up 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)
Bussin'

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

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga it back
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 Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
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