Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

Bussin!
They all for Trouble-Trouble
OG's, young niggas, niggas younger than
Bussin!
They all 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 with me you'll see more niggas than a NFL
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And all bussin 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 missin
want no noboby to be scared
Just be
The situation goons go get dimes, tell em do as I say
I said scream my name, pussy den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you it was just my youngins dat shoot
Surprised to see trouble was too (BUSSIN)

2 - Yo Gotti]

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

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers keep den man down
tape, what 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 nigga with some money a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no real nigga
Gunplay, time I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the
Murder rate, its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a
And all I'm is bussin

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

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

I bet they all bussin for asshole
When it to Houston I'm the king of the streets
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 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 do the talking, bitch I'm a army
Hood Navy Seal, bet you can't me
Lookin for me I'm in the back of the tank on swangas
I bet a won't bomb me
I'll be damn if they this
H-town to A-town I'm wit it
For the niggas like to or try to bang
Real talk you can 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 represent the same shit I do
Doin they biz get ya ass the out

- Trouble]