Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One thing 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 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 - fuck you! And any other nigga
Who dissin get yo people missin
want no noboby to be scared
Just be
The situation goons go get dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta 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)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the
Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man rap about 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 some money a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no real gene
Gunplay, every I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, shouldn'ta never crossed the king
rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm doin is

[Verse 3- Waka Flame}​
It nothin to me
Shit I get it
Try to run pump to ya like bobby johnson son
Ok, these talkin murda
I'm the type to hit they wit the fuckin burner
Beat a and call me Ike Turner
I'm from the Grove we get stripes if we ya
I earn ya that DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock play
Bussin, on grove man they bussin
Upperdale, rex road man they
I'm Clayco nigga squad give the say so nigga
You bout no murda you talkin out ya A-hole nigga

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

I bet they all for this asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the king of the
In the where 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
Duct tape ya face, 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 muthafucka bomb me
be damn if they stoppin this
H-town to A-town I'm wit it
For the niggas like to or try to bang
Real you can tell em I'm good wit it
Bring ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you gon make it up out it
Every nigga I represent the same shit I do
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

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