Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the real shit,
500 degreez this time
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 like us bitch niggas, "Where ya cars at?"

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

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and weezy to fall 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 want my glock spraying I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache I shit on cats
I get on cats 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 with weezy
You don't want to fuck weezy

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

It ain't October thirty first but we gone up
And what aye, you know I heard they got some nice 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 be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city me and my flame
Friday night special professional thang

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

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

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

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

Weezy keep it gutter for ya baby
Baby blue mercedes coupe got it 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 fuckin'
stripes, baby nice, lot of ice bucket ooohf
That's 500

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

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