Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' 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 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
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you it up, we charcoal
Got a bad with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest 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 like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a with two golds
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb 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 might get money, bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You bring that chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in Cedar Frogg