Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the and went to flows
Listen to me my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her clothes clean
To never be a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
Stay remarkably
why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got custom
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to neil it
Yelling in microphone and write songs they like it's on
I let go life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
Buss
Now I, buss
Either way or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though it really got hot so
Escape I did El Chapo
But still get fedded vato

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin'

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm bussin'
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's
Or maybe find me on my grinding the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El Chapo with the hot
Still logged in the block though
Hit a and make the knot grow
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In dark or night I glow
Old with the bag bro
nigga with the mag though
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper quit the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
serves
Young chasing it back
I pull up serves
Young nigga up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin'

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
It's just something about them hundreds, when you through them signs
I quit fucking with niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, ain't teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking
I got film of your bitch, on my
Had to show it to my homies, this here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the dice
it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I his cousin
Oops it, oops fuck it
That come with the
You my son's son li'l nigga, me pawpaw

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young chasing it back
I pull up bussin'
Young nigga up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves