Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This D'usse 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 killin' no minors, you niggas still in the
And your bitch, we blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma 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 don't whine, burn down your vineyard
I been since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
on top of sins, restin' with 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 turn up in this
We got in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
up Ronie?
Lego!

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
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 Hootie
I don't know, fuck who
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch 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 ridin' 'round the city the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
Elvis the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
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
Yeah I might them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You bring that chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' have choppers
we have them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have them
You bring 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 D'usse
up on the owner
Owner talkin' about he wanted his money
He half of the money back
took all the money and left
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg