Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

1 - Trouble]
One thing I'll never is
How could a man be afraid of man
Who the same as you and I can
It's just with me you'll see niggas than 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 dissin get yo people missin
Don't no noboby to be scared
be prepared
The situation goons go get your dimes, em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, pussy den ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you thought it was just my dat shoot
Surprised to see was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, shells out, hit the ground
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 one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm
What's a nigga with money without a team
Pussy ass nigga no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the
Yellow tape, niggas never crossed the king
Murder rate, risin its the highest you scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch not a dream
And all I'm doin is

[Verse 3- Waka Flame}​
It ain't to me
I get it done
Try to run pump to ya back bobby johnson son
Ok, these niggas talkin
I'm the to hit they mama wit the fuckin burner
Beat a bitch and me Ike Turner
I'm from the we get stripes if we burn ya
I earn ya mean DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock play
Bussin, on that grove man they
Upperdale, rex man they bussin
I'm from Clayco nigga squad the say so nigga
You ain't bout no you talkin 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 them

I bet they all for this asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the king of the
In the bottom niggas cash is low
I'll put ya in a box if ya get low
with me that's where ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna crash ya
bitch I might ride, wrap ya ass up
Bitch I'm for real, ya ass up
tape 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 back of the tank on
I bet a muthafucka won't me
I'll be damn if they stoppin
to A-town I'm hood 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
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

- Trouble]