Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all sure
when things is finna mature
So let me me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick 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 got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, on arrival
Now the town is funky, called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If this was a well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to squashed

I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up
She likes the monies in the middle, play tether
Thick ass bitch, high city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

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

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' twisted
It's bitch that killed ya
Took all your peeled ya
Seven niggaz in the room with AK's
While a nigga be on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your
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
a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a of the game he didn't feel
Bitches 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 some cold hearted
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, wanna do
Cold bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

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

Let's let of some 203's on the side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack
Try not to steal
When these punk MC's and be the reason why
The smoke be up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up
I think she's stallin', 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 but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin'

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

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

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

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

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or
Pump your nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, comin' 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 nigga
One less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to ya end up dusted

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

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