Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

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 see more niggas than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And they all for Trouble
Younnguns going off straight yam y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other
Who dissin get yo people missin
want no noboby to be scared
Just be
The situation go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I betta 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
Nigga try to run but couldn't duck the
CMG nigga dats the

Gunpowder, jump out, hit the ground
Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but 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 without a
Pussy ass ain't no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never the king
Murder rate, its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a
And all I'm doin is

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

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

I bet they all for this asshole
When it come to 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 where ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk crash ya door
Yeah bitch I might ride, 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 do the talking, bitch I'm a army
Hood Seal, bet you can't harm me
Lookin for me I'm in the back of the tank on swangas
I bet a muthafucka won't me
be damn if they stoppin this
H-town to 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 of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it
Every nigga I know represent the shit I do
Doin they biz get ya ass the out

- Trouble]