Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me and shit
to God
Hov, with 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, can't pick us out of the
I swear lord knows I'ma one of these niggas
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn 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 with long hair that have bad when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got time for you
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You know we give the pastor hell, 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 niggas and smoke
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring that
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We have them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg