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 in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these
Shoot you in your earth, and get 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 little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me but forgot 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,

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

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg