Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' got me sweatin' and shit
to God
Hov, with 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 gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
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 topless
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
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 bitch
We got Lauren in this
Serena in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in bitch, yah dig?
up Ronie?
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish
in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops mom like Billie Jean
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 fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Cannon
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm married to this real
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better that chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar