Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
'Bout when 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 some dirt, uh!, I trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, on arrival
Now the is funky, it's called survival
What wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me
We had a meetin', shit to been squashed

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

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

pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch that ya
Took all money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room 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 make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in some bloody sheets
just a part of the game he didn't 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 some hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll do
Cold hearted
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them

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

Let's let of some on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, clientele but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
When these punk MC's and bitches be the why
The smoke be up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm 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 alone if it's on then on
my motherfuckin' 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'

understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang too
Give up that good thang, and put pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart
Any complications the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you 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 bitches upside
What's gonna
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a ridin'
Yeah main, them talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them ass botches, nigga

The California lifestyle that I
Where the bitches is and niggaz jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the
Bay area playa, ta have shit major
And a bitch won't ya
So I ain't playin' save a hoe
I mob up in ya a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a
Action packed, I let the mini-mac that ass

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

Gank that ass, betta hide your and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll go too fast
'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, from to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even 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 wanna do, whacha'll 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 fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
I never trusted them
And it's them hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
Dusted 'n'