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 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?"

like
Wayne why the fuck you in all black?
I'm 'bout to bring CMR
And all the lames, we done lost

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

Stop playing, I've been jack
You don't my glock spraying I hit all them cats
You don't want my ache I shit on them cats
I get on cats 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 weezy
You don't want to fuck with

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

It ain't thirty first but we gone mask up
And what aye, you know I heard they got some nice chains
And for the right price I'll bust the right
And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white

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

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

You don't want to with weezy
You don't 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 to the house in eastover
So I can throw a 500 platinum party
Than the after party my 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 we some monsters man

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

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

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

You want to fuck with weezy
You want to fuck with weezy
500, 500, 500, 500

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