Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the shit, yeah
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?"
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us niggas, "Where ya cars at?"

They
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 lil' weezy to fall
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 don't want my glock spraying I hit all cats
You want my stomach ache I shit on them cats
I get on them fresh and "B" it's all a rap
If I'm the only hot boy then what do you call

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck a party
Don't go to rapper parties, I'm no man
But when the homies come home we 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 steady fuck with a hustler

keep it gutter for ya baby bubba
Baby blue coupe got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my eighty duke at your fucking

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

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

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