Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse 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 still in the
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
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 with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch long hair that have bad days when the mall 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 take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in bitch
We got in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
up Ronie?
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 them shellfish
Everybody in the building, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
we go, bitch 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 with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch need a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these hoes to
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 hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I might get money, bitches
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better 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 them choppers,
we have them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
We have them choppers
We gon' have them
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar