Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

1 - Trouble]
One I'll never understand is
How could a man be afraid of man
Who the same as you and I can
It's just with me you'll see niggas than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And they all for Trouble
going off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other
Who dissin get yo people missin
Don't want no noboby to be
be prepared
The situation go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I betta scream my name, pussy den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

Any nigga go against the
Kill a by any means
Nigga try to run but couldn't the beam
CMG dats the team

Gunpowder, shells out, hit the ground
Pussy ass keep talkin den man down
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a murder one, I'm
You snitchin, I'm
What's a nigga with some without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I out on the scene
tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the king
Murder rate, its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a
And all I'm is bussin

[Verse 3- Flocka Flame}​
It ain't to me
Shit I get it
Try to run pump to ya back like bobby son
Ok, niggas talkin murda
I'm the to hit they mama wit the fuckin burner
Beat a bitch and me Ike Turner
I'm from the Grove we get stripes if we ya
I ya that mean DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say don't play
Bussin, on that grove man they
Upperdale, rex road man bussin
I'm from Clayco nigga squad the say so nigga
You ain't bout no murda you out ya A-hole nigga

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

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

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