Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

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

Back to fuckin' one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on
Now the town is funky, it's survival
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, played me
We had a meetin', shit to been squashed

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

been 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 I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, fuck with savage thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be this twisted
It's that that killed ya
Took all money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with
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
them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, ass nigga, y'all 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
Dusted and

It's some cold hearted
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I trusted them bustas

cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies 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 side 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
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
When these MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin'
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this
I on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', this bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous 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

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

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

The California that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit
And a won't save ya
So I playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm
I'm Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

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

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

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

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