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 then we for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, with topless twins
me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them
in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma 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, fuck who
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of that Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
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 hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to this real
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring that
'Cause we gon' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we have them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
We gon' have them
We gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg