Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and 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 bring CMR
And all the lames, we lost that

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' to fall back
I'm 'bout to 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 order

Stop playing, I've balling 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 them fresh and "B" it's all a rap
If I'm the hot boy then what do you call that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck a kappa
go to rapper parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the 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 girl fuck with a hustler

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

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

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

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