Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil then 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 earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better with
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' a new nose
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over 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, bitches
Kill niggas and weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg