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 we robbin' for pollen
We ain't killin' no minors, you still in the minus
And your bitch, we blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear lord knows I'ma murk one of these
Shoot you in earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting with time
But real niggas whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been since cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we
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
Blessins on top of sins, with topless twins
me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, I'm Slim, wrestlin' with lobster limbs
Talkin' about some M's, it's like gospel hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

we on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in this
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as
Steph in this bitch, yah
What's up
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 left that like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom like Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
I'ma give that fuckin' 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 with two
And she too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' 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' the city with the top off the Maybach
for a motherfuckin' spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take these to Graceland
And I got bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Eyes chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun
Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick
on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, bitches
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You bring that chopper
'Cause we gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 no good
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Frogg