Luyện nghe bài hát Buss Serves

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

I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and she had nice things
The and
All of her quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream,
She put me on
And my it Simon?
Stay remarkably
That's why my be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs got custom threads
From serving in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga
In village, I went till they got the rent building
Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince 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
serves
Now I, words
Either way slanging or sanging life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot though it really got hot so
Escape I did like El
But nuevas still get fedded

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

On my nigga
up, I'm bussin' serves
But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the
find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for
it to a vato
Jefe, head
El Chapo the hot flows
Still logged in the block though
Hit a thang and the knot grow
Push a nigga it all bro
Pussy pills to Pablo
In dark or nigga I glow
Old nigga the bag bro
Silly nigga the mag though
Be careful he bust his ass for
I'm out one of you assholes
Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it
Out here chasing food
All in, refuse to
serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that dude

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

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

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