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 killin' 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 knows I'ma murk one of these
you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll down your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, duckin' the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls,
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with twins
Picture me broke but 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 up in this bitch
We got in this bitch
Serena in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
up Ronie?
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 shark fuck shellfish
in the building, well I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga,
Pops treated mom Billie Jean
hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'ma give that fuckin' woman everything,
Here we go, I'm cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow"
How many fish did blow?
I don't know, fuck who
I got a redbone with two
And she snort too of that Michael Jackson
bitch gon' need a new nose
I got time for you hoes
Shit I have two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city 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 bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More one bitch
for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dyin' over dumb
You know we give the hell, make the nun strip
Yeah I have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from
I might get money, fuck
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 gon' have them
Yeah I do it for my
45 ain't no good
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
we gon' them choppers
we have them choppers
You better bring the
we gon' have them choppers, yeah
We gon' them choppers
We have them choppers
You better the chopper
'Cause we gon' have choppers, nigga, Mula!

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

So Woo to the B
in peace Cedar Frogg