Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me and shit
to God
Hov, with ya boy
C5

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

Yeah,

Yeah we on D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in bitch
We got in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as
in this bitch, yah dig?
What's up
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 fuck shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a with two golds
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That gon' need a new nose
I ain't got time for you
Shit I only have two
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't these niggas
look chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
Yeah I might them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better that chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' them choppers
we gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We have them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in bitch
on that D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil
He just passed out in the club the other night off D'usse
Threw up on the
Owner about he wanted his money back
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