Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

1 - Trouble]
One thing I'll never is
How could a man be of another 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 all bussin for Trouble
going off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo missin
Don't want no noboby to be
be prepared
The situation go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, pussy den ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you it was just my youngins dat shoot
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

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

Gunpowder, jump out, hit the ground
ass rappers keep talkin den man down
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a murder one, I'm
You snitchin, I'm
a nigga with some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no real gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta crossed the king
rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, this not a dream
And all I'm doin is

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

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

I bet they all bussin for asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the of the streets
In the bottom where niggas is low
I'll put ya in a box if ya get low
Fuck with me that's ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna ya door
Yeah bitch I ride, wrap ya ass up
I'm for real, beat ya ass up
Duct 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 can't me
Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the tank on
I bet a muthafucka bomb me
I'll be damn if stoppin this
H-town to I'm hood wit it
For the like to trap or try to bang
talk you can tell em I'm good wit it
Bring ya ass to the of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it
Every nigga I know represent the same I do
Doin biz get ya ass the fuck out

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