Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' got me sweatin' and shit
to God
Hov, with ya boy
C5

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz we robbin' for pollen
We killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' topless twins
Picture me but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only have two
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, dyin' over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want Santa?
I might get money, fuck
Kill and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have them
we gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg