Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and snaps so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or
Bitch niggas, "Where ya at?"
ain't stuntin' 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 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 baby!" the boy is back
And the wheels on my car you got a order

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

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

what? I'll 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 shit with they ass up

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

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

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

You don't want to 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 house in
So I can a 500 degreez platinum party
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 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 fuck with a

Weezy keep it gutter for ya bubba
Baby blue mercedes coupe got it proof
Make me shoot my eighty at your fucking roof

barkin' with a big dog, nigga 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 your right
Bitch get your mind