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

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg