Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' 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 then we robbin' for
We ain't no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with long 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
me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina up in this bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as
in this bitch, yah dig?
What's up
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of 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' 'round the city the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' 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 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 that
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we have them choppers
we gon' have them
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We have them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg