Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the real shit,
500 degreez time bitch
You know

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

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

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

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

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

what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go that round niggas get cash up
We probably to clash 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 got some nice chains
And for the right price bust the right brain
And mommy hot I pull up in that white thang

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

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

You don't to fuck 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 keys to the
No, let me get the to the house in eastover
So I can throw a 500 degreez platinum
the after party my squad stomping in this bitch

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

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

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

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