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 buzz then we robbin' for
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows 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 don't 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 days the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of that Jackson
That bitch need a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only have two
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 take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better bring chopper
'Cause we have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' them choppers
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar