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 then we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of that Michael
bitch gon' need a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
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 ain't stuntin' these
Eyes chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and weed
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
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we have them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' have choppers
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg