Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the shit, yeah
500 this time bitch
You already

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and talk so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or
Bitch niggas, "Where ya at?"
Ya'll ain't like us bitch niggas, "Where ya cars at?"

They
why the fuck you dressed in all black?
I'm 'bout to CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' to fall back
I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the fall and
"It's weezy baby!" the boy is
And the wheels on my car you got a that

Stop playing, been balling jack
You don't my glock spraying I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache I shit on cats
I get on them fresh and "B" it's all a rap
If I'm the only hot boy then what do you call

You don't want to fuck with
You don't want to fuck with

what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go that round niggas get your up
We probably need to up, this shit got me 'bout to ass up
finding niggas in they shit with they ass up

It October thirty first but we gone mask up
And guess what aye, you know I heard they got some chains
And for the right price I'll bust the right
And hot 'cause I pull up in that white thang

Oh, but ya nigga might be fly but I still get
Riding through the city just me and my
Friday night special professional thang

A gangsta is who you
I'm in my building twenty bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill
Got more than them there, I'm a cash money millionaire, bitch

You don't want to fuck weezy
You want to fuck with weezy
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy
Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy

Baby, let me get the keys to the
No, let me get the keys to the house in
So I can throw a 500 degreez party
Than the after my squad stomping in this bitch

Fuck a kappa
go to rapper parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the homies come home we a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome we some man

We mob to the promise land
I ball big, I'm a man
Son of a stunna steady girl fuck with a

Weezy keep it gutter for ya bubba
Baby blue mercedes got it bullet proof
Make me my eighty duke at your fucking roof

You're barkin' with a big dog, nigga roof
Mr. S fuckin' Q I'm the truth
Three stripes, nice, lot of ice bucket ooohf
That's 500

You want to fuck with weezy
You don't to fuck with weezy
500, 500, 500, 500

Bitch get mind right
Bitch get your mind
Bitch get your right