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 then we for pollen
We killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
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, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that 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 ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
Yeah I might have bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have them
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg