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 then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like 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 bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in bitch, yah dig?
up Ronie?
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 fuck shellfish
Everybody in the building, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
Like hot sauce, I put it on
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 know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
Eyes chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and 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 that chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' them choppers
we have them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg