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 then we for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you niggas in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
Got a bad bitch with long hair have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, 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' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a fuck them 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 fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch need a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I only have two
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a spot we can skate at
left the building
And I take 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
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You know we the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I might get money, bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we have them choppers
we gon' them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg