Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

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

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg