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 for pollen
We ain't no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you 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
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
me broke 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' gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city 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 more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
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 have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I might get money, fuck
Kill and smoke weed
I'm married to 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' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg