Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

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

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

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

Nigga been holdin' guts, but on his self and a funky 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, fuck with savage thug

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

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

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

Some cold shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
I trusted them bustas
And them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n'

Let's let of some 203's on the side of t-uh-town
Draw the on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
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 future's sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this
I keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up
I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on then on
my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome
It's a war zone but I'm a man so gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you the fuckin' plan

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

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

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

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

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

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

cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
I trusted them bustas
And it's them cold niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n'