Luyện nghe bài hát Bussin (Remix)

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

[Verse 1 -
One thing I'll never 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
With a - fuck you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo missin
Don't want no noboby to be
Just be
The goons 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, cause you it was just my youngins dat shoot
Surprised to see was jumpin too (BUSSIN)

[Verse 2 - Yo

Any nigga go the king
Kill a by any means
Nigga try to run but duck the beam
CMG nigga dats the

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

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

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

I bet they all bussin for asshole
When it come to Houston I'm the king of the
In the where niggas cash is low
put ya in a box if ya don't get low
Fuck with me that's ya ass will go
Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the of the trunk finna crash ya door
Yeah I might ride, wrap ya ass up
I'm for real, beat ya ass up
Duct tape ya face, ya ass up
Put ya in the trunk, ya ass up
I don't do the talking, I'm a army
Hood Navy Seal, bet you can't me
for me bitch I'm in the back of the tank on swangas
I bet a muthafucka won't me
I'll be if they stoppin this
H-town to I'm hood wit it
For the niggas like to or try to bang
Real 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
nigga I know represent the same shit I do
Doin they biz get ya ass the out

- Trouble]