Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One thing I'll never 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 more niggas a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And they all for Trouble
Younnguns going off straight yam y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - you! And any other nigga
Who dissin get yo people missin
Don't want no to be scared
be prepared
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 thought it was just my youngins dat
Surprised to see was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

2 - Yo Gotti]

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

Gunpowder, jump out, hit the ground
Pussy ass keep talkin den man down
tape, what up trouble, 100
Man they rap it but none of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I a murder one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm
a nigga with some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta crossed the king
rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm is bussin

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

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

I bet they all for this asshole
it come to Houston I'm the king 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 bitch I might ride, 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, I'm a army
Hood Navy Seal, bet you can't me
for me bitch I'm in the back of the tank on swangas
I bet a won't bomb me
I'll be damn if they this
to A-town I'm hood wit it
For the niggas like to or try to bang
Real talk you can tell em I'm wit it
Bring ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you ain't gon it up out it
Every nigga I know represent the same I do
they biz get ya ass the fuck out

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