Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me and shit
to God
Hov, fuck ya boy
C5

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you 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
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
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,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M'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 in this bitch, better 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 fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I got time for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
Yeah I might them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' have them
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar