Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her clothes clean
To never be a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
Stay remarkably
That's why my be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got threads
From serving in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga
In village, I went till they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and write songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I to
Buss
Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life just splurge
We had the spot though until it got hot so
Escape I did like El
But still get fedded vato

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
Bussin'
Young nigga it back
I pull up bussin'
Young 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 Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin'

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm serves
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this absurd
Or maybe find me on my where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, head
El Chapo with the hot
Still logged in with the though
Hit a thang and make the knot
a nigga push it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In or night nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be careful he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask me, I'm that dude

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

I got my on my money, money on my mind
It's something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, why I grit, it's why I grind
I up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, razor sharp
Fall in love me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
Smash 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 with 30, lost 20 at the game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god nothing
I to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops fuck it, oops it
That with the pop-off
You my son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw

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