Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all sure
'Bout things is finna mature
So let me find me a with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of whores
(What's the of a lick?)
a niggaz shit
(Hey, put on sumthin')
I put on the click, the click

Back to fuckin' one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, called 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 niggaz cheated, me false
We had a meetin', 'posed to been squashed

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

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

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

See money-a-made that nigga, nigga didn't make that money
Left them jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he feel
Bitches will kill, a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be
and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

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

Some cold hearted
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted 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 side of t-uh-town
the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these punk and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, 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 is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on then on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz
a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see hoe you know the fuckin' plan

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

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

The California lifestyle that I
the bitches is crooked 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 won't ya
So I playin' captain 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 mini-mac smack ass

Them hoes jacked ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on hash
Can't have my cash, better go and your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo
(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 brakes nigga, slow roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella force to the 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 played a game of
Look over your shoulder watch back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

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

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