Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy seven jeans
5000 islands on my fuckin' wallet
I be man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' 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 and um, I got that cock back
I need that thumb bone

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

I'm so when I spit

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

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

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

That's no dome, bitch, go
Yeah, bitch, 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 when the wind

it come right back like a rental
And them bitches understand me like 10 fo
Niggas is like instrumentals
I bet you bitches me like 10 fo

Get ya top and get trimmed low
Somethin' like my
Ridin' my friend's hoes
No, I mean my hoe's

all my hoe's friends
Takin' all my hoe's
will make that globe spin
I tell these niggas, pimp or die

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

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

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

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

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

Now I got yesterday's on me
Now that was real rude,
And I smell a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, where that at?