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 then we robbin' for
We killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm getting with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my nigga
turn up in this bitch
We got in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
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 fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch like
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
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 many fish did Hootie
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch need 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 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 stuntin' niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
niggas and smoke weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg