Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One thing never understand is
How could a man be afraid of 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 all bussin for Trouble
going off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other
Who sneak dissin get yo people
Don't want no noboby to be
be prepared
The situation goons go get your dimes, 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
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers talkin den man down
tape, what 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
What's a nigga with money without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no nigga gene
Gunplay, every I step out on the scene
tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the king
Murder rate, risin its the highest you scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a
And all I'm is bussin

[Verse 3- Waka Flocka
It nothin to me
Shit I get it
Try to run pump to ya back like bobby 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 from the Grove we get if we burn ya
I earn ya that DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock play
Bussin, on that grove man they
Upperdale, rex road man bussin
I'm from Clayco nigga give the say so nigga
You ain't bout no you talkin out ya A-hole nigga

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

I bet they all bussin for asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the of the streets
In the bottom niggas cash is low
put ya in a box if ya don't get low
Fuck me that's where ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the finna crash ya door
bitch I might ride, wrap ya ass up
Bitch I'm for real, 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
Hood Seal, bet you can't 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 they stoppin
H-town to 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
they biz get ya ass the fuck out

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