Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

1 - Trouble]
One thing never understand is
How could a man be afraid of man
Who the same as you and I can
just with 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 - fuck you! And any nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo missin
Don't want no noboby to be
be prepared
The goons go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta my name, pussy den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you thought it was just my dat shoot
Surprised to see trouble was too (BUSSIN)

2 - Yo Gotti]

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

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man
tape, what 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 money without a team
ass nigga ain't no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the
Murder rate, its the highest 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 pump to ya like bobby johnson son
Ok, these niggas murda
I'm the to hit they mama wit the fuckin burner
Beat a bitch and call me Ike
I'm from the Grove we get if we burn ya
I ya that mean DOA
When the pull up, they gon say flock 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 murda you out ya A-hole nigga

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

I bet all bussin for this asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the king of the
In the where niggas cash is low
I'll put ya in a box if ya get low
Fuck with me that's where ya ass 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 don't do the talking, bitch I'm a
Hood Navy Seal, bet you can't me
Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the on swangas
I bet a muthafucka won't me
be damn if they stoppin this
H-town to I'm hood wit it
For the niggas like to or try to bang
Real talk you can tell em I'm wit it
ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it
Every I know represent the same shit I do
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

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