Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

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

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas still in the
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair 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' with topless
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg