Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

Bussin!
They all for Trouble-Trouble
OG's, young niggas, niggas younger than
Bussin!
They all bussin for

[Verse 1 -
One I'll never understand is
How a man be afraid of another man
Who the same as you and I can
It's just with me you'll see more than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And they all bussin for
Younnguns off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo people
want no noboby to be scared
Just be
The situation go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you it was just my youngins dat shoot
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

Any go against the king
Kill a nigga by any
try to run but couldn't duck the beam
CMG nigga the team

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers keep den man down
tape, what up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but none of niggas done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm
a nigga with some money without a team
Pussy ass ain't no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never the king
Murder rate, risin its the you ever scene
Funeral, yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm doin is

[Verse 3- Waka Flocka
It ain't to me
I get it done
Try to run to ya back like bobby johnson son
Ok, these talkin murda
I'm the type to hit they mama wit the fuckin
a bitch and call me Ike Turner
I'm the Grove we get stripes if we burn ya
I earn ya mean DOA
When the fo's up, they gon say flock don't play
Bussin, on grove man they bussin
Upperdale, rex road man they
I'm from Clayco squad give the say so nigga
You bout no murda you talkin out ya A-hole nigga

[Verse 4 - Tha Truth]
all bussin for Trae (4x)
OG's, niggas, niggas than them
They all for Trae (4x)
OG's, young niggas, niggas them

I bet all bussin for this asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the of the streets
In the where niggas cash is low
I'll put ya in a box if ya get low
Fuck with me where ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna ya door
Yeah I might ride, wrap ya ass up
Bitch I'm for real, ya ass up
tape ya face, stain ya ass up
Put ya in the trunk, ya ass up
I don't do the talking, I'm a army
Navy Seal, bet you can't harm me
Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the on swangas
I bet a muthafucka bomb me
be damn if they stoppin this
H-town to A-town I'm wit it
For the like to trap or try to bang
Real talk you can tell em I'm wit it
Bring ya ass to the of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it
Every nigga I know represent the shit I do
they biz get ya ass the fuck out

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