Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, fuck 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 killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, burn down your vineyard
I ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you 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, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck shellfish
Everybody in the building, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
give that fuckin' woman everything, 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 with two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I only have two
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 take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't these niggas
Eyes chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and 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 that
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg