Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

I'm not all that sure
'Bout things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of whores
(What's the of a lick?)
Taking a shit
(Hey, put on sumthin')
I put on the click, the click

Back to fuckin' one of the homies jus' got dusted
to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, on arrival
Now the town is funky, called survival
What y'all do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in eye)
If was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, me false
We had a meetin', shit to been squashed

I know this one that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the in the middle, play tether ball
Thick ass bitch, yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin' guts, but on his self and a funky bill
Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material
when I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be this twisted
It's that bitch that ya
Took all your peeled ya
niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden they up your Vuitton
you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that nigga, that didn't make that money
them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in some bloody sheets
It's just a of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his d-uh dollar bill
You know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

It's cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
Whacha'll do, whacha'll wanna do
hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted bustas

Some hearted shit
(Back to work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted bustas
And it's them cold hearted
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n'

Let's let of some 203's on the other of t-uh-town
the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will
By sellin' the broccoli instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the why
The smoke be up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this
I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is to set me up
Came all if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these niggaz dome
It's a war but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see hoe you know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin' in the
gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your
If you was smart figure, have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, and disgusted
Bitches be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she it, you fuckin' fool

These hoes out here tryin' to hold a heart
So a get his motherfuckin'
Balls to the
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches down
What's happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a ridin'
Yeah main, hoes talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the
Aight fuck it, you say Mall?
Ay, fuck sheisty ass botches, nigga

The California lifestyle I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the
Bay area playa, tryin' ta shit major
And a bitch won't ya
So I playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac that ass

hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got on that hash
Can't have my cash, go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo
(The lo pink)
You love them bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your don't go too fast
'Cause ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella force to the face to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the
Crushin' the flesh, dem played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up

It's cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll do, whacha'll wanna do
hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted bustas

Some hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the jus' got dusted)
I never trusted bustas
And it's cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies got dusted)
'n' disgusted