Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm not all that sure
'Bout when is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga a grip
And hit his ass quick one of them whores
(What's the of a lick?)
Taking a 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 some dirt, uh!, I trusted
Them bustas him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, called survival
What y'all do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, niggaz cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been

I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up
She likes the monies in the middle, play 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
when I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck savage thug

pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch killed ya
all your money 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
them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the
That's why that nigga layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a of the game he didn't feel
will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be
Dusted and

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

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

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of
Draw the attention on the other 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 instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my Pac

Dear God, can you me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag switches 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
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on jealous 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 the fuckin' plan

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

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

The California that I live
the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have major
And a bitch 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 like a
packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them hoes that ass
Nigga woulda got on that hash
have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with
Slippin' in shit, betta that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
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, betta your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too
'Cause bulletproof ain't 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 on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches a game of death
over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

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 fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

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