Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I went to go live with my 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 it Simon?
Stay remarkably
That's why my be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga
In French village, I went they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince it
Yelling in microphone and write them songs they it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing my home I used to
serves
Now I, words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life just splurge
We had the spot though it really got hot so
Escape I did like El
But nuevas still get fedded

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

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

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young chasing it back
I up bussin' serves
Young nigga up, pull 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 milli from it or)
Bussin'

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 wan' shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, why I grind
I up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language
Damn that nigga smart, reflex razor sharp
in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the Transporter
I got of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my mane
Hit a lick with 30, 20 at the dice game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I 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 li'l nigga, me pawpaw

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
Bussin'
Young nigga chasing it
I up bussin' 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 from it or)
Bussin'