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 bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make out of dog bowls, yeah
on top of sins, restin' with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster
Talkin' some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

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

Hollygrove nigga, rest in peace, Lil
in peace, Lil Beezy, rest 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
give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch I'm cool,
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too much of 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 city with the top off the
Lookin for a motherfuckin' spot we can at
left the building
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we gon' them choppers
we have them choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have them
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in bitch
Still on D'usse
Shout out my Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off D'usse
Threw up on the
talkin' about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money
took all the money and left
That's some Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg