Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

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

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

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm bussin'
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the
Prolly me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding the pot is stirred
Either way I'm my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, honcho
El Chapo with the hot
Still logged in with the block
Hit a thang and make the knot
Push a nigga it all bro
pills to that Pablo
In dark or night I glow
Old nigga the bag bro
Silly nigga the mag though
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit and quick licks 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 up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
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I got my mind on my money, money on my
It's just something about hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
I fucking with them 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' serves all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, 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, the fucking Transporter
I got of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, 20 at the dice game
it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops it, oops fuck it
come with the pop-off
You my son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw

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