Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' 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 buzz then we robbin' for
We ain't no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas don't whine, burn down your vineyard
I ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with 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 but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in bitch
We got in this 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 is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of that Michael
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take these hoes to
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I might get money, 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 ain't no
You bring that chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood in this bitch
on that D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil
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 wanted of the money back
Twist took all the and left
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg