Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degrees

I bring to every track, Hellfire, Brimstone
I break that off in her just like a wishbone
And in you didn't know, bitch it's Dearth 3
I get so much brain you think I enrolled to get my degree
All my shit is dope, nigga stop hatin'
I am so hot, you think I was from Hell or I was Satan
I on gravitating, my words are captivating
I get deep up in that just like I was excavating
And them pistols keep on poppin', grease up out a skillet
These niggas say they ballin' but they funds are
Riding with ya and she giving me dome
I my dick out and give her all my chromosomes
Got another bitch, she is
She suck that so mean until a niggas' legs weaken
If ya or ya scared, go to Church and see the Deacon
I show up at ya funeral and shoot while he preaching
Gucci hat with the iced out frame
Red Louie V the Jesus Piece chain
Poof, I cop a hundred mill just like I'm David Copperfield
I retrieve your beat, and afterward have it lookin' like a
is so explosive, flow is just like dynamite
I am the Human Torch, and I will the Fahrenheit
You niggas pinching for a just like a parasite
She put that pussy in my face, then I'ma a Gigabyte
Double barrel blunt got me faded like
Bad yellow-bone, she on my dick like a
She give me so much brain, now I'm qualified to
I'm so out of your league, I'm so out of your
I the track like I'm the Undertaker
And I'm steady gettin' dough just I was a baker
I'm the fire that could live inside a storm
I'm the best, and if you otherwise, then you have been misinformed
Hustle hard, work fast, become a millionaire
Double back and that, then step up to a billionaire
Don't you dare compare, ain't nobody near
Please beware because I test these niggas like a
Flow stays sharper than the blades on a
She me super head like she got a hurricane jaw
And you ain't gotta tell me 'cause I I'm detrimental
Smokin' on that Obama, bitch my is Presidential
I'm going, going, gone, don't know where I am
I smoke so weed, get so high, I swear right now I'm floating
Bitch, playin', I'm the best that ever did it
'Bout to hit the hit stick and make the whole pivot
Eastside nigga, the day I die
I got so styles, you would think I was a Gemini
If you hating on me, you get no reply
Bitch, it's Jay F. Tae, the F is for