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 then we for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with hair that have 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' with lobster
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
turn up in this bitch
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
up Ronie?
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 that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
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 snort too much of that Michael
That bitch gon' a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
Yeah I might them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
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 chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' have them
we gon' them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We have them choppers
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood in this bitch
on that D'usse
Shout out my Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the night off that D'usse
Threw up on the
talkin' about he wanted his money back
He half of the money back
Twist all the money and left
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg