Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

Bussin!
They all bussin for
OG's, young niggas, niggas younger 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 for Trouble
Younnguns going off yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other
Who sneak dissin get yo people
want no noboby to be scared
Just be
The situation goons go get dimes, tell em do as I say
I betta scream 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)

2 - Yo Gotti]

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

Gunpowder, shells out, hit the ground
ass rappers keep talkin den man down
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man rap about it but none of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a 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 time I out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas never crossed the king
Murder rate, its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm is bussin

[Verse 3- Waka Flame}​
It nothin to me
Shit I get it
Try to run pump to ya back like johnson son
Ok, these talkin murda
I'm the type to hit they mama wit the fuckin
Beat a bitch and me Ike Turner
I'm from the Grove we get stripes if we ya
I ya that mean DOA
When the pull up, they gon say flock don't play
Bussin, on that grove man bussin
Upperdale, rex man they bussin
I'm from nigga 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, young niggas, niggas than
They all for Trae (4x)
OG's, young niggas, than 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
Fuck me that's where ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna ya door
Yeah I might ride, wrap ya ass up
Bitch I'm for real, ya ass up
Duct ya face, stain ya ass up
Put ya in the trunk, ya ass up
I don't do the talking, I'm a army
Hood Navy Seal, bet you harm me
Lookin for me I'm in the back of the tank on swangas
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 like to trap or try to
Real talk you can 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 represent the shit I do
they biz get ya ass the fuck out

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