Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

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

like
Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all
I'm 'bout to CMR back
And all the lames, we done that

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

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

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

Bitch what? bust ya ass up
Don't go that round niggas get your cash up
We probably to clash up, this shit got me 'bout to ass up
They finding in they shit with they ass up

It ain't thirty first but we gone mask up
And guess what aye, you know I heard got some nice chains
And for the right price bust the right brain
And mommy hot 'cause I 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 professional tight thang

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

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

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

Fuck a party
Don't go to parties, I'm no rapper man
But the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome we monsters 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 for ya baby bubba
Baby blue coupe got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my eighty at your fucking roof

You're with a big dog, nigga fucking roof
Mr. S fuckin' Q I'm the truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice bucket
500 degreez

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

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