Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One I'll never understand is
How could a man be afraid of man
Who bleed the 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 bussin for
Younnguns going off straight yam like y'all to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo people
Don't want no noboby to be
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 it was just my youngins dat shoot
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

Any nigga go against the
Kill a by any means
Nigga try to run but duck the beam
CMG nigga dats the

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers keep den man down
Duct tape, 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 I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, shouldn'ta never crossed the king
Murder rate, risin its the highest you ever
Funeral, yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm is bussin

[Verse 3- Waka Flocka
It nothin to me
I get it done
Try to run to ya back like bobby johnson son
Ok, these niggas talkin
I'm the type to hit they mama wit the fuckin
Beat a and call me Ike Turner
I'm the Grove we get stripes if we burn ya
I ya that mean DOA
the fo's 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 give the say so nigga
You ain't bout no murda you talkin out ya A-hole

[Verse 4 - Tha Truth]
They all for Trae (4x)
OG's, young niggas, than 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 where niggas cash is low
put ya in a box if ya don't get low
Fuck with me that's ya ass will 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
I'm for real, beat 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 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
to A-town I'm hood wit it
For the like to trap 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 I know represent the same shit I do
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

- Trouble]