Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, with 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 still in the
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms 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 niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days 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, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my nigga
turn up in this bitch
We got Lauren in this
Pink in this bitch, better known 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 is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give 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 redbone two golds
And she snort too much of that Michael
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 ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
left the building
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't these niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
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 better that chopper
'Cause we have them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we gon' them choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' have them
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg