Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the blow and to flows
to me tell my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go live my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream,
She put me on
And my with it
Stay grown
That's why my pockets be
some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to ignite my home I used to
serves
Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just
We had the though until it really got hot so
Escape I did El Chapo
But nuevas still get fedded

I up, pull up
serves
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up serves
Young pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin'

On my nigga
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the
Prolly find me somewhere man this flow's absurd
Or find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for
it to a vato
Jefe, honcho
El Chapo the hot flows
Still logged in the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot
Push a nigga it all bro
pills to that Pablo
In dark or nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
nigga with the mag though
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga it bool
Shit and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, refuse to
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm dude

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up bussin'
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin'

I got my mind on my money, money on my
It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through signs
I quit with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' nigga all at the trailer parks
I money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break heart
Smash the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of bitch, on my camcorder
Had to it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the game
Fuck it man nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I his cousin
fuck it, oops fuck it
That with the pop-off
You my son's son li'l nigga, call me

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
Young nigga pull up, up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin'