Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all sure
'Bout when is finna mature
So let me find me a 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 on the click, the click

to fuckin' work 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, it's called
What y'all wanna do? got us scuffled
(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 been

I know one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the in the middle, play tether ball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow
Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies

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

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

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make money
Left them niggaz 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 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
and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

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

Some cold hearted
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
I trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n'

let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po to change, ghetto shootin' range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will
By sellin' the dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
When these MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, my nigga 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 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 zone but I'm a man so with gun in
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things the same
You could die over bitches if you slippin' in the game
gang bang, but bitches gang bang 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 pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the
underhanded, she planned 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 these bitches upside down
gonna happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch
Yeah main, hoes talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the
fuck it, what 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 flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have major
And a won't save ya
So I playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is a Cliffhanger
packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them jacked that ass
Nigga got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and or pass
your brakes 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 with 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 less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the
the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even it
I'm tryin' to ya end up dusted

It's some cold shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I trusted them bustas

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