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 buzz we robbin' for pollen
We ain't no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still 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 ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' 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 M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
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
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm married to this real
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' have them
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg