Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
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 niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays 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
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone two golds
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
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
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I might get money, bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this real
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better bring chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You bring the chopper
we gon' have them choppers, nigga
we have them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in this
Still on that
out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
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 of the money back
Twist took all the and left
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar