Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

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

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg