Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me 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 we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair 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, restin' topless twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

we on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina up in this bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, known as Pinky
Steph in bitch, yah dig?
up Ronie?
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them 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 give that woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
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 left the
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
New Orleans, niggas 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 get money, fuck bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better that chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga
we gon' them choppers
we have them choppers
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in bitch
Still on D'usse
out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other off that D'usse
Threw up on the
Owner talkin' he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money
Twist took all the money and
That's some Young shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar