Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

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

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 her mouth
And I'm the president
She to catch it on her blouse

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm cake 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 bitches with the

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

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

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

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

Won't get Benz if they don't split them
dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties and if you reach at
I, I don't preach, I screech and give you 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 just up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is two niggas from the same hood
They all from the same tree, cut from the same
I'm just the young lion and he the young
Now me da bull
That on my hip, now I gotta 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 because of you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins me up like genies
When I'm finished, I say

I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you killed 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 smell like a weed
Young Money muthafucka, where that at?