Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me 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 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 your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
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
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless
me broke 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 like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
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 mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie
I don't know, fuck who
I got a with two golds
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
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 better that chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg