Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

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

Yeah,

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

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
bitch gon' need a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I only have two
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these hoes to
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't these niggas
Eyes 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 hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in this
Still on D'usse
Shout out my Lil Twist, my lil brother
He passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
up on the owner
Owner talkin' he wanted his money back
He wanted of the money back
took all the money and left
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar