Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
when things is finna mature
So let me find me a with a grip
And hit his ass with one of them whores
(What's the of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz
(Hey, put on sumthin')
I put on the click, the click

to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on
Now the town is funky, it's survival
y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been

I know this one bitch that'll double and set 'em up y'all
She the monies in the middle, play tether ball
ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies

Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a bill
Pullin' out bills, frontin' on shit
That's I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta with savage thug

Pistol pop in ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch killed ya
Took all money peeled ya
Seven bust in the room with AK's
a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the

See that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between bloody sheets
It's just a part of the he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his d-uh dollar bill
You know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

It's cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, wanna do
Cold hearted
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
Whacha'll do, I never trusted them bustas

cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
I never them bustas
And it's cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
'n' disgusted

Let's let of some on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these punk MC's and be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' I'm suspicious of this bitch
I on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz
a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the plan

Can't understand, but the ain't the same
You could die these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to brain
If you was smart figure, have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, and disgusted
Bitches be trusted, you know the rules
underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

These out here tryin' to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his
to the wall
Hey be proud of it when you turn bitches upside down
gonna happen
Uhh, and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin'
Yeah main, them talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches,

The California lifestyle that I
Where the bitches is crooked and jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit
And a bitch save ya
So I ain't playin' save a hoe
I mob up in ya a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on hash
Can't my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with
Slippin' in shit, betta that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, let them pussy bitches

that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin'
Damn, hella force to the face to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a game of
Look over your watch your back don't even trust it
I'm to told ya end up dusted

some cold hearted shit
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I trusted them bustas

cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
I never trusted bustas
And it's them cold hearted
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
'n' disgusted