Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, fuck ya boy
C5

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz we robbin' for pollen
We killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't us out of the lineup
I swear lord I'ma murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting with time
But niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with long hair have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
turn up in this bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in bitch, yah dig?
What's up
Lego!

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too much of that Michael
bitch gon' need a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't these niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better bring that
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we have them choppers
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in bitch
Still on D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil
He just passed out in the club the other night off that
Threw up on the
talkin' about he wanted his money back
He half of the money back
Twist took all the money and
That's Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar