Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started the blow and went to flows
Listen to me tell my story and it goes

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

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

On my mama
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't find me and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or maybe me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, honcho
El with the hot flows
Still logged in the block though
Hit a thang and make the grow
Push a nigga it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In dark or nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga the mag though
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out hungry chasing food
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or words, ask about me, I'm that dude

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up bussin'
Young nigga up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping 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 thumbing through signs
I fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' nigga all at the trailer parks
I money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking
I got film of bitch, on my camcorder
Had to it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the dice
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his
fuck it, oops fuck it
That with the pop-off
You my son's son li'l nigga, me pawpaw

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
Young nigga up, pull up
Bussin' (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)
Bussin'