Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

Started with the blow and went to
to me tell my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice
The and
All of her quite clean
To never be 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 feds, dumped packs then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads,
In French village, I went till they got the rent
Got so I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
in microphone and write them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I to
Buss
Now I, buss
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just
We had the spot until it really got hot so
Escape I did El Chapo
But still get fedded vato

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I up, pull up
serves
Young chasing it back
I pull up 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 from rapping it or)
serves

On my mama
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this absurd
Or maybe find me on my where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my
the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, head
El with the hot flows
Still logged in the block though
Hit a thang and the knot grow
Push a push it all bro
pills to that Pablo
In dark or nigga I glow
Old with the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be careful he bust 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 meal ticks, nigga beep it bool
Out here hungry food
All in, refuse to
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

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

I got my mind on my money, on my mind
It's just something about hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin' nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the fucking
I got of your bitch, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this here my life mane
Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the dice
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's
I to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin
fuck it, oops fuck it
That come with the
You my son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw

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