Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
'Bout things 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 that on the click, the

Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's survival
What wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If this was a fifth 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 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 funky
Pullin' out bills, on material shit
That's when I get to killin'
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck savage thug

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

See money-a-made that nigga, nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the
That's why that naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's a part of the game he didn't feel
will kill, fuck 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 homies 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 them bustas

Some cold hearted
(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 homies got dusted)
Dusted 'n'

Let's let of some 203's on the other 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, shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
When these punk and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' I'm suspicious of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is to set me up
Came all if it's on then it's on
Bust my 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 know the fuckin'

Can't understand, but the things ain't the
You could die over bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang 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, dusted and
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the
They underhanded, she planned it, you fool

These hoes out here tryin' to hold a heart
So a nigga get his
Balls to the
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside
What's gonna
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
Aight fuck it, what you say
Ay, them sheisty ass botches, nigga

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

Them hoes jacked ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that
Can't have my cash, better go and take your stash
he's a busta, niggaz with 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 Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and or pass
your 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 Teflons to the now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat 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 shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm to told ya end up dusted

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

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