Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a
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 got dusted
Time to do dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called
What wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If this was a well I be drunk
I'm heated, them cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to squashed

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

Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a bill
Pullin' out bills, on material 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, trynta fuck with thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this
that bitch that killed ya
Took all money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the 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 niggaz jacked up, and the she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the
why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be
Dusted and

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

Some hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
I trusted them bustas
And it's cold hearted niggas
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n'

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, lost clientele but I will
By sellin' the broccoli instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal
When these punk MC's and be the reason why
The be comin' 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 keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up
I she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on it's on
Bust my chrome, on these jealous niggaz 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 the same
You could die over these if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up good thang, and put that pistol to your 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 planned it, you fool

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 turn bitches upside down
gonna happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or fo' if a bitch ridin'
main, them hoes talented
They be with mo' MC's than jack the rapper
fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck sheisty ass botches, nigga

The lifestyle that I live
the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give
A fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay playa, tryin' ta have shit major
And a bitch won't ya
So I playin' 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 smack that ass

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

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or
your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't 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 force to the face Teflons to the now r-uh-rest
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 a game of death
Look over your watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

It's some 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)
Whacha'll do, I never trusted them bustas

Some hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
I trusted them bustas
And it's them hearted niggas
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
'n' disgusted