Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had things
The and
All of her clothes quite
To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
remarkably grown
That's why my be long
some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs they it's on
I let go they worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
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Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a splurge
We had the spot though it really got hot so
Escape I did El Chapo
But nuevas still get vato

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
serves
Young chasing it back
I pull up serves
Young nigga pull up, up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
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On my mama
Pull up, I'm bussin'
But you won't me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is
way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El Chapo the hot flows
Still logged in the block though
Hit a and make the knot grow
Push a nigga it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In or night nigga I glow
Old nigga the bag bro
nigga with the mag though
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga it bool
Shit bricks and licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, refuse to
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm dude

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

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

I up, pull up
serves
I pull up, up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (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'