Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

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

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

I'm so terrific I spit

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

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

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

no dome, bitch, go home
Yeah, bi-bi-bi bitch,
I spit the winters on my snow cone
Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his on
man, pimp stro, pimp stro
I can let my go when the wind blow

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

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

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

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

Come to the and find
I where 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 same
They all the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm the young lion and he the young bull
Now slam me da
That on my hip, now I gotta hand 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 of what you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you 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 yesterday's on me
Now that was rude, homie
And I smell like a weed
Young muthafucka, where that cheese at?