Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm not all that sure
'Bout when is finna mature
So let me me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them
(What's the of a lick?)
a niggaz 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 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? They got us
(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', 'posed to been squashed

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

Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky
Pullin' out bills, on material shit
when I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of
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 your peeled ya
Seven bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin' on his
All of a they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that
Left them jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody
It's a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last dollar bill
You don't know that hoe that bitch can't 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
Cold bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
Whacha'll do, I never trusted them bustas

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

Let's let of 203's on the other side of t-uh-town
the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this
I keep on, callin', but nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', this bitch is tryin' to set me up
all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous 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 know the plan

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

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

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

Them jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that
Can't my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow roll don't go too fast
'Cause ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with 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 line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to ya end up dusted

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

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