Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the blow and went to
Listen to me my gutter story and it goes

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

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

On my mama
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for
Necked it to a
Jefe, honcho
El Chapo the hot flows
Still in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot
Push a nigga it all bro
Pussy to that Pablo
In dark or night nigga I
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga the mag though
Be what he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask me, I'm that dude

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga it back
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (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 milli from it or)
Bussin'

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

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