Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me and shit
to God
Hov, fuck 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 still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, with topless twins
Picture me but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my nigga
Tina turn up in bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, known as Pinky
in this 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 them
Everybody in the building, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I only have two
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't these 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, make the nun
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill and smoke weed
I'm married to this real
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring that
'Cause we gon' them choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga
we gon' them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar