Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me 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 ain't 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 murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
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, still duckin' the
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my nigga
Tina turn up in this
We got in this 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, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That 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' we can skate at
left the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
bitch!
More than one
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
Yeah I might have them bricks, me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I might get money, bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this real
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 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We have them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them 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
up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his back
He wanted half of the back
Twist all the money and left
some Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg