Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

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

to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I trusted
bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, called survival
What wanna do? They 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 this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the monies in the middle, tether ball
Thick ass bitch, high city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

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

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

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

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

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

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of
the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin'
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

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

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

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

The California lifestyle I live
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 shit major
And a won't save ya
So I ain't playin' captain a hoe
I mob up in ya a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a
Action packed, I let the mini-mac that ass

Them jacked that ass
Nigga got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and your nigga stash
he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that '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 pussy

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

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

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