Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse 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 killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your
I been ballin' since cornrows, 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' topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with limbs
Talkin' about M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my Euro
Tina turn up in bitch
We got Lauren in this
Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
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 bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
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 don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Cannon
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood 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 talkin' about he wanted his money
He wanted half of the back
Twist took all the and left
some Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg