Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

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

2 - Yo Gotti]

Any nigga go against the
a nigga by any means
Nigga try to run but duck the beam
CMG nigga 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 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 some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I out on the scene
Yellow tape, shouldn'ta never crossed 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 Flame}​
It nothin to me
Shit I get it
Try to run pump to ya back like bobby son
Ok, these niggas murda
I'm the type to hit they mama wit the fuckin
a bitch and call me Ike Turner
I'm from the Grove we get if we burn ya
I earn ya mean DOA
When the fo's up, they gon say flock don't play
Bussin, on that man they bussin
Upperdale, rex man they bussin
I'm from nigga squad give 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 them
They all bussin for (4x)
OG's, young niggas, than them

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

- Trouble]