Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, with 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 killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord 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 with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your
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 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 broke but forgot to take the top off the
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 that D'usse, me and my nigga
Tina turn up in this
We got Lauren in this
Serena Pink in bitch, better known as Pinky
in this bitch, yah dig?
What's up
Lego!

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did Hootie
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only have two
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a 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 these niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More than one
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better that chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' have choppers
we have them choppers
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We have them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga in this bitch
Still on that
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil
He just passed out in the club the other night off that
up on the owner
Owner about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the back
Twist took all the money and
some Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg