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 no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long that have bad days when the mall closed
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 take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

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

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg