Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all sure
'Bout when things is 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 jus' got dusted
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's survival
What y'all wanna do? got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been

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

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

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

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

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

Some hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
I trusted them 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 on the other 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 will
By the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the why
The be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of bitch
I on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I think stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these 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 hoe you know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things ain't the
You could die these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches 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, dusted and
can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fool

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

The California lifestyle 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, tryin' ta have major
And a won't save ya
So I playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and I'm gone
I'm Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack ass

Them hoes jacked ass
Nigga woulda got 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 jack nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, can't let pussy bitches

that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll go too fast
'Cause bulletproof 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 vest now
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one 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 to told ya end up dusted

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

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