Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One thing I'll understand is
How could a man be of another man
Who bleed the as you and I can
It's just with me see more niggas than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And they all for Trouble
Younnguns going off straight yam like y'all to cut you
a machete - fuck you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo people
Don't no noboby to be scared
Just be
The goons go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, pussy den ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you it was just my youngins dat shoot
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man
tape, what 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 with some money a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no nigga gene
Gunplay, every I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas never crossed the king
Murder rate, its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, this not a dream
And all I'm doin is

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

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

I bet they all bussin for this
When it come to Houston I'm the king of the
In the bottom where niggas is low
put ya in a box if ya don't 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 bitch I might ride, 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 don't do the talking, bitch I'm a
Navy Seal, bet you can't harm me
Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the tank on
I bet a muthafucka bomb me
I'll be damn if they stoppin
H-town to A-town I'm wit it
For the niggas to trap or try to bang
talk you can tell em I'm good wit it
Bring ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you ain't gon it up out it
Every nigga I know the same shit I do
they biz get ya ass the fuck out

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