Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

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

So on
You get the one with the on it
That's the one that dit

I'm so terrific I spit

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

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

I tell her, whoa, easy,
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 fuckin' with the bitches with the

no dome, bitch, go home
Yeah, bitch, bitch
I spit the hundred winters on my cone
nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on
Boss man, stro, pimp stro
I can let my money go when the wind

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas the same hood
all from the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the young lion and he the young
Now me da bull
That pistol on my hip, now I hand 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 keep it like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

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

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