Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

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

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

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

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

Pistol pop in ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's bitch that killed ya
Took all money peeled ya
Seven niggaz in the room with 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 them 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 bloody sheets
It's just a part of the he didn't feel
will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and

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

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

Let's let of some on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will
By the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When punk MC's and bitches 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 of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody up
I she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on then on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous 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 plan

Can't understand, but the things the same
You could die over these 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, have no love in your heart nigga
Any pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin'

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

The California lifestyle that I
the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the
Bay area playa, tryin' ta 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 Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack ass

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

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and or pass
your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a 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 game of
Look over shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

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

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)
Dusted 'n'