Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm not all that sure
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?)
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 some dirt, uh!, I trusted
bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called
What y'all wanna do? They got us
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If this was a fifth well I be
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me
We had a meetin', shit to been squashed

I know this one bitch that'll double 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 posies

Nigga holdin' 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 I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage

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

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

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

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

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin'
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these punk MC's and 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 nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if on then it's on
my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz 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 fuckin'

Can't understand, but the things ain't the
You could die over these if you slippin' in the game
gang 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 in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin'

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

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

Them hoes that ass
Nigga got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass
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, hide your cash and check 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 floor
Damn, hella 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 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 trust it
I'm to told ya end up dusted

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

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