Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

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

Back to fuckin' work one of the jus' got dusted
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's survival
What wanna do? They 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 to been squashed

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

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

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be this twisted
It's that bitch killed ya
Took all money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with
a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the

See that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the
That's why that nigga naked dead in between some bloody sheets
just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be
Dusted and

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

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

Dear God, can you me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't pickin' up
I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome
It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin'

Can't understand, but the ain't the same
You could die over bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart
Any complications the trigger, dusted 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 nigga get his
Balls to the
Hey be proud of it you turn these bitches upside down
gonna happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch
main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin' with mo' than jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches,

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

Them hoes jacked ass
woulda got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta 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 them bitches

that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll 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
a plug on a flat 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 played a of death
over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to ya end up dusted

It's some cold hearted
(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 trusted them bustas

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