Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy seven jeans
5000 islands on my wallet chain
I be man, I'm a island man
There nothin' else by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I tell them float on and go on to the
I'm so gone, my blunt a prolong
I pro long and hold on to it a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got cock back
I don't need thumb bone

So on
You get the one the drum on it
the one that goes dit

I'm so terrific I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm in yo shit
Now I'm at yo bitch

And she catch it her lip
Nah, she catch it her mouth
And I'm the president
She to catch it on her blouse

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king cake so she eat the baby,
Shit gets way more
We flip the bitch like she was in the
I ain't with the bitches with the stadium

That's no dome, bitch, go
Yeah, bi-bi-bi bitch,
I spit the hundred winters on my snow
nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp
I can let my money go the wind blow

Then it come right like a rental
And make bitches understand me like 10 fo
Niggas is simple instrumentals
I bet you bitches me like 10 fo

Get ya top chopped and get low
Somethin' like my
with my friend's hoes
No, I my hoe's friends

all my hoe's friends
Takin' all my ends
That will that globe spin
I tell young niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if don't split them
Eyes dip 'em thighs, 'em ties and if you reach at
I, I preach, I screech and give you beef with them fries

Come to the and find
I live where all the little fly
See baby, I'm so
All I need you to do is shut up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the same
They all the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Now me da bull
That pistol on my hip, now I gotta hand in the

I had a Lammy in school, I it was diablo red
I'm T.I red, I'm T.I red, you D.I-ed of what you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I keep it like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two shrink me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you it"
Hop on yo shit and say, "Weezy, you it"
So fly I got wings on me
A gun on me but I pop ya in ya stomach

Now I got food on me
Now that was real rude,
And I like a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, that cheese at?