Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB spy seven five jeans
5000 on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
There nothin' else by me, man
(Ha, ha)

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

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

I'm so terrific when I

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 with her
And since I'm the
She tried to it on her blouse

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come to the beach and
I where all the little seagulls 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 hood
They all from the same tree, cut the same wool
I'm just the young and he the young bull
Now me da bull
That pistol on my hip, now I gotta in the pool

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

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

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