Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started the blow and went to flows
to me tell my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had things
The and
All of her quite clean
To never be a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
Stay grown
That's why my be long
some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs they it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing my home I used to
serves
Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a splurge
We had the spot though it really got hot so
Escape I did like El
But nuevas still get vato

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young chasing it back
I up bussin' serves
Young nigga up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin'

On my mama
Pull up, I'm bussin'
But you won't find me and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere man this flow's absurd
Or maybe me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for
Necked it to a
Jefe, honcho
El Chapo the hot flows
Still in with the block though
Hit a thang and the knot grow
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga the mag though
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it
Out hungry chasing food
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask me, I'm that dude

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
serves
Young chasing it back
I up bussin' serves
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin'

I got my mind on my money, money on my
It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through signs
I fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language
that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' your heart
Smash through the sheet, the fucking Transporter
I got film of bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life
Hit a lick with 30, 20 at the dice game
it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I his cousin
Oops it, oops fuck it
That with the pop-off
You my son's son nigga, call me pawpaw

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin'