Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm really not all that
'Bout when is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of 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 homies got dusted
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on
Now the is funky, it's called survival
y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If this was a fifth I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, me false
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
ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

Nigga holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill
out bills, frontin' on material 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 ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's bitch that killed ya
Took all your peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room AK's
While a be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your
Before you can hit the

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

It's some cold hearted
(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 do, I never trusted them bustas

cold 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)
'n' disgusted

Let's let of some 203's on the other 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 but I will prevail
By the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these punk MC's and be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, 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 she's 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 jealous niggaz
It's a war zone but I'm a man so 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 these bitches 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 smart figure, don't have no in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the
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 these bitches down
What's gonna
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a ridin'
Yeah main, them talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, what you say
Ay, fuck them ass botches, nigga

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

Them jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, 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 them bitches

that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow roll don't go too fast
bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella force to the face to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga
One nigga less, from to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches a game of death
over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm to told ya end up dusted

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

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