Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I went to go with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her quite clean
To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
Stay remarkably
That's why my pockets be
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got custom
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no longer benched was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in and write them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing my home I used to
Buss
Now I, words
Either way slanging or whatever life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though until it got hot so
I did like El Chapo
But still get fedded vato

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

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm serves
But you won't find me and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's
Or find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, for louder
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El Chapo the hot flows
logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the grow
Push a push it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In dark or night nigga I
Old nigga the bag bro
Silly with the mag though
Be careful he bust his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
Real shit, but the paper when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga it bool
Out hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

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

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 niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' nigga all at the trailer parks
I money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break heart
through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this here my life mane
Hit a lick 30, lost 20 at the dice game
Fuck it man nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops it
That with the pop-off
You my son's son nigga, call me pawpaw

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I up bussin' serves
Young nigga up, pull up
serves (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 from rapping it or)
Bussin'