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 quick one of them whores
(What's the of a lick?)
Taking a shit
(Hey, put on sumthin')
I put that on the click, the

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

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

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

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be this twisted
It's that bitch that ya
Took all your money ya
Seven bust in the room with AK's
While a be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up 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, y'all the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody
just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar
You don't know that hoe that bitch can't be trusted
and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

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

Let's let of 203's on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack
Try not to steal
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 lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this
I keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up
I she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on it's on
Bust my chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome
It's a war 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 things the same
You die over 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 your
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your nigga
Any pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fool

These hoes out here to hold a nigga's heart
So a get his motherfuckin'
Balls to the
Hey be proud of it when you these bitches upside down
What's happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a ridin'
Yeah main, them hoes
They be with mo' MC's than jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, you say Mall?
Ay, them sheisty ass botches, nigga

The California that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay playa, tryin' ta have shit major
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, everyday is a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack ass

hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on hash
Can't have my cash, better go and your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy

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

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

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