Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

Bussin!
They all for Trouble-Trouble
OG's, niggas, niggas younger than them
Bussin!
They all for Trouble-Trouble

1 - Trouble]
One I'll never understand is
How a man be afraid of another man
Who the same as you and I can
It's just me you'll see more niggas than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and
And they all bussin for
Younnguns going off yam like y'all ready to cut you
a machete - fuck you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo missin
Don't want no to be scared
Just be
The situation go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, pussy den tuck ya
And it's a shame, you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot
to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

Any nigga go against the
Kill a nigga by any
Nigga try to run but couldn't duck the
CMG nigga dats the

Gunpowder, shells out, hit the ground
Pussy ass rappers keep den man down
Duct tape, up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but none of these done it
The hood, I'm it
And if I catch a murder one, I'm
You snitchin, I'm
a nigga with some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no nigga gene
Gunplay, every I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the
rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch not a dream
And all I'm doin is

[Verse 3- Waka Flame}​
It nothin to me
Shit I get it
Try to run to ya back like bobby johnson son
Ok, these niggas talkin
I'm the type to hit they wit the fuckin burner
Beat a bitch and call me Ike
I'm the Grove we get stripes if we burn ya
I ya that mean DOA
When the fo's pull up, they gon say don't play
Bussin, on that man they bussin
Upperdale, rex road man bussin
I'm from nigga squad give the say so nigga
You ain't bout no murda you talkin out ya A-hole

[Verse 4 - Tha Truth]
They all for Trae (4x)
OG's, young niggas, niggas than
all bussin for Trae (4x)
OG's, young niggas, niggas than

I bet they all for this asshole
When it come to I'm the king of the streets
In the bottom where cash is low
I'll put ya in a box if ya get low
with me that's where ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna crash ya
Yeah I might ride, wrap ya ass up
I'm for real, beat ya ass up
Duct ya face, stain ya ass up
Put ya in the trunk, ya ass up
I do the talking, bitch I'm a army
Hood Navy Seal, bet you harm me
Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the on swangas
I bet a won't bomb me
I'll be if they stoppin this
H-town to I'm hood wit it
For the niggas like to trap or try to
talk you can tell em I'm good wit it
Bring ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you gon make it up out it
Every nigga I know represent the shit I do
they biz get ya ass the fuck out

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