Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me sweatin' and
to God
Hov, with 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 no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the
I swear lord I'ma murk one of these niggas
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn your vineyard
I been ballin' cornrows, still duckin' the narcos
My little in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to the top off the lens
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 D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina up in this bitch
We got in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
up Ronie?
Lego!

nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark fuck them
in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on
give that fuckin' woman everything, everything
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many did Hootie blow?
I know, fuck who knows?
I got a redbone two golds
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
That bitch need a new nose
I ain't got time for you
I only have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' the city with the top off the Maybach
Lookin for a motherfuckin' we can skate at
Elvis left the
And I take these to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' these
Eyes chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
bitch!
More one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome,
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over shit
You we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I might have them bricks, me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you from Santa?
I get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and weed
I'm to this real shit
And I'm a beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 no good
You better that chopper
we gon' have them choppers
Yeah I do it for my
That 45 ain't no
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we gon' have them
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' have them
We gon' them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

My Hood in this bitch
Still on that
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 wanted his money
He wanted half of the back
took all the money and left
That's some Young Money

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar