Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the real shit,
500 degreez this time
You already

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and talk snaps so 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
Wayne why the you dressed in all black?
I'm to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we lost that

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 baby!" the boy is back
And the on my car you got a order that

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

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

Bitch I'll bust ya ass up
Don't go that round niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up, this got me 'bout to ass up
They finding niggas in they shit 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 I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot I pull up in that white thang

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

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

You don't to fuck with weezy
You don't want to fuck weezy
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 keys to the in eastover
So I can throw a 500 degreez platinum
the after party my squad stomping in this bitch

Fuck a party
Don't go to parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a jam
And all my tote chrome we some monsters man

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

Weezy it gutter for ya baby bubba
Baby blue coupe got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my eighty duke at your roof

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

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

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