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 niggas still in the
And your bitch, we gonna her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma 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 little niggas in war mode, you it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless
Picture me broke but to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg