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?)
Taking a shit
(Hey, put on sumthin')
I put that on the click, the

Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got
Time to do dirt, uh!, I never trusted
bustas shot 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 fifth well I be
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been

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

Nigga been holdin' guts, but on his self and a funky bill
out bills, frontin' on material 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 that bitch that ya
Took all your peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the with AK's
While a nigga be on his jimmy
All of a sudden they up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the

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, know the streets
That's why that naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't
Bitches kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch be trusted
and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

It's some cold shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies 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 them

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

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of
Draw the on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, shootin' range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the cocaine
Try not to steal
When these punk MC's and 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 ain't nobody up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is to set me up
Came all if it's on then it's on
Bust my chrome, on these jealous 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 this hoe you know the fuckin'

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

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

The lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the
Bay area playa, tryin' ta shit 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 Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack ass

hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your stash
'Cuz a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 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 hide your cash and or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll go too fast
'Cause bulletproof doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the floor
Damn, hella to the face 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 to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem played a game of death
over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm to told ya end up dusted

some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, wanna do
hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies 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 bustas
And it's them cold niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n'