Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' got me sweatin' 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 killin' no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me,
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with hair that 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
me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' lobster limbs
about some M's, it's soundin' like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my nigga
Tina turn up in this
We got Lauren in this
Serena in this bitch, better known as Pinky
in this bitch, yah dig?
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 them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well I left that bitch Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Billie
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma that fuckin' woman everything, everything
we go, bitch I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How fish did Hootie blow?
I don't know, who knows?
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too much of Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I got time for you hoes
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these hoes to
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes look chinese, to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' dumb shit
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke
I'm married to this real
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, 44 ain't no good
You better bring chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, yeah
We have them choppers
We gon' have them
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg