Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse 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 then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't 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 knows I'ma murk one of niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with 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 up in this bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
What's up
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
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 left bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got time for you
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take these hoes to
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More than one
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this real
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in 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 his money back
He half of the money back
Twist all the money and left
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg