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 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 swear lord knows I'ma murk one of niggas
Shoot you in 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 down your
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair 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' with twins
Picture me broke but forgot to 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 D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in bitch
We got in this 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, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch need a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' the city with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
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 the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I might get money, bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm to this 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' them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
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 out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the
talkin' about he wanted his money back
He half of the money back
Twist all the money and left
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg