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 never understand is
How could a man be of another man
Who bleed the 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 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 people
Don't want no noboby to be
Just be
The situation goons go get your dimes, em do as I say
I said betta my name, pussy den tuck ya chain
And a shame, cause you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot
Surprised to see trouble was too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
ass rappers keep talkin den man down
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm
What's a with some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no nigga gene
Gunplay, every I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never the king
Murder rate, risin its the highest you ever
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a
And all I'm doin is

[Verse 3- Flocka Flame}​
It nothin to me
Shit I get it
Try to run pump to ya back like bobby son
Ok, niggas talkin murda
I'm the type to hit they wit the fuckin burner
a bitch and call me Ike Turner
I'm from the we get stripes if we burn ya
I ya that mean DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock play
Bussin, on that man they bussin
Upperdale, rex road man they
I'm Clayco nigga squad give the say so nigga
You ain't bout no murda you talkin out ya nigga

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

I bet they all for this asshole
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 don't do the talking, 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
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
ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it
Every nigga I know represent the shit I do
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

- Trouble]