Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, with ya boy
C5

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz then we for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster
Talkin' about some M's, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

we on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina up in this bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
What's up
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got time for you
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I might get money, bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this real
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood in this bitch
Still on that
Shout out my Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the
Owner talkin' about he his money back
He wanted half of the back
Twist took all the and left
some Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar