Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
'Bout things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a
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
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on
Now the town is funky, it's called
What wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If this was a well I be drunk
I'm heated, niggaz cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', 'posed to been squashed

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

Nigga holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill
Pullin' out bills, frontin' on shit
That's when I get to shit
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of
sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck 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 niggaz bust in the with AK's
While a be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden shoot up your Vuitton
you can hit the broccoli

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

It's some hearted 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 homies got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never them bustas

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

Let's let of some 203's on the other of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the 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 clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
When these punk MC's and bitches be the 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 hittin' switches I'm of this bitch
I on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these niggaz dome
It's a war 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 ain't the
You could die these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang 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 pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin'

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

The lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and jus' don't give
A fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have major
And a won't save ya
So I ain't captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the smack that ass

hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz 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 bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your don't go too fast
bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, comin' up dead 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 no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a of death
over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

It's some hearted shit
(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 jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted bustas

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