Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all sure
'Bout when things is mature
So let me me a nigga with 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 work one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them 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 I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, me false
We had a meetin', 'posed to been squashed

I know this one bitch that'll dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the monies in the middle, tether ball
Thick ass bitch, yellow city-slicker
crevice southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin' guts, but on his self 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 a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta with savage thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be this twisted
It's that bitch that ya
Took all your peeled ya
Seven bust 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, that didn't make that money
Left them niggaz up, and the bitch she macked him
a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know 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, a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and

It's some cold hearted
(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 trusted them

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

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

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's sick
I'm in my rag switches I'm suspicious of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up
I think she's stallin', this evil is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these niggaz dome
a war zone 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 ain't the same
You die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang too
Give up that good thang, and put that to your brain
If you was figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin'

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

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

Them hoes jacked ass
woulda got smokin' on that hash
Can't my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, with clusters
in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, 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 ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin'
Damn, force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, coast to coast, to the East to the West
the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

It's some cold hearted
(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 wanna do, I trusted them bustas

cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the 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