Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
'Bout when things is finna
So let me me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of whores
(What's the of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz
(Hey, put on sumthin')
I put that on the click, the

Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, on arrival
Now the town is funky, called survival
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, me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to squashed

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

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

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

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

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 homies got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never them bustas

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

Let's let of 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 shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the cocaine
Try not to steal
When punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin'
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of 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 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 plan

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

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

The California lifestyle I live
Where the bitches is 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 ain't captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm
I'm like Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac that ass

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

Gank that ass, betta hide your and check or pass
Pump brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause 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 face Teflons to the now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches a game of death
Look over your watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

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