Luyện nghe bài hát Dusted 'n' Disgusted

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

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

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

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

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

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all the streets
That's why that nigga naked dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar
You don't know that hoe that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and

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

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

Let's let of some on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other of town)
And wait for the shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I prevail
By sellin' the dank 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 lookin'
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of bitch
I keep on, callin', but nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on jealous niggaz dome
It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the plan

Can't understand, but the ain't the same
You die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game
gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't no love in your heart nigga
Any pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the
underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

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

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

hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that
Can't have my cash, better go and take your stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I his ass bitch
was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

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

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

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