Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse got me sweatin' and shit
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 still in the minus
And your bitch, we blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
on top of sins, restin' with topless 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, it's soundin' like gospel
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' woman 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 snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
Elvis the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we have them choppers
we gon' them choppers
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg