Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One thing I'll 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 niggas than a NFL
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And all bussin for Trouble
Younnguns going off straight yam y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other
Who dissin get yo people missin
Don't want no to be scared
be prepared
The situation goons go get dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you thought it was just my youngins dat
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, jump out, hit the ground
Pussy ass rappers keep den man down
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but none of these done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm
What's a nigga with some money a team
Pussy ass ain't no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the
Murder rate, risin its the you ever scene
Funeral, yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm is bussin

[Verse 3- Waka Flocka
It nothin to me
I get it done
Try to run pump to ya back bobby johnson son
Ok, niggas talkin murda
I'm the to hit they mama wit the fuckin burner
a bitch and call me Ike Turner
I'm the Grove we get stripes if we burn ya
I earn ya that DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock don't
Bussin, on that man they bussin
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 - Trae Tha
They all bussin for (4x)
OG's, young niggas, niggas 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 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 back of the finna crash ya door
Yeah 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 do the talking, bitch I'm a army
Navy Seal, bet you can't harm me
Lookin for me bitch I'm in the 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 or try to bang
Real talk you can em I'm good wit it
Bring ya ass to the of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it
nigga I know represent the same shit I do
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

- Trouble]