Luyện nghe bài hát Dusse

This motherfuckin' D'usse got me and shit
to God
Hov, fuck ya boy
C5

nigga, I got em'
em' out and I got em'
Let 'em get a lil buzz then we robbin' for
We ain't killin' no minors, you still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, pick us out of the lineup
I lord knows I'ma murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in 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 burn your vineyard
I been ballin' since cornrows, still duckin' the
My little niggas in war mode, you 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 out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessins on top of sins, restin' with topless
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the
In the restaurant, I'm with Slim, wrestlin' with lobster
Talkin' about some M's, it's soundin' like hymns
Yes,

Yeah,

Yeah we on that D'usse, me and my Euro
Tina turn up in this
We got Lauren in bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch, yah
What's up
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 shellfish
Everybody in the building, 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, bitch I'm cool,
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 too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gon' need a new
I ain't got for you hoes
Shit I only two goals
And is "Get Money, Get Money"
Now I'm ridin' 'round the city with the top off the
Lookin for a spot we can skate at
Elvis the building
And I take hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28
Yeah I ain't stuntin' niggas
Eyes look chinese, Wayne-chong to these
bitch!
More than one
This for my niggas, we overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, the nun strip
Yeah I might them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck
niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this shit
And I'm a wife beater, no
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no
You better bring that
'Cause we gon' have choppers
I do it for my hood
That 45 no good
You better bring the
'Cause we gon' them choppers, nigga
we gon' have choppers
we have them choppers
You bring the chopper
'Cause we gon' have them choppers,
We gon' them choppers
We gon' have choppers
You better bring the
'Cause we have them choppers, nigga, Mula!

My nigga Hood in bitch
Still on D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil
He passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the
talkin' about he wanted his money back
He half of the money back
took all the money and left
That's Young Money shit

So Woo to the B
Rest in peace Cedar