Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and talk so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or
Bitch niggas, "Where ya at?"
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us bitch niggas, "Where ya 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' to fall back
I'm 'bout to lock it from the to the fall and back
"It's weezy baby!" the boy is
And the on my car you got a order that

Stop playing, I've been balling
You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them
You don't want my stomach ache I 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 niggas get your cash up
We probably to clash up, this shit got me 'bout to ass up
They finding niggas in shit with they ass up

It ain't October thirty but we gone mask up
And guess what aye, you know I heard they got some chains
And for the right price I'll 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 just me and my flame
night special professional tight thang

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

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

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

We gone mob to the promise
I big, I'm a tymer man
Son of a stunna steady fuck with a hustler

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

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

You want to fuck with weezy
You want to fuck with weezy
500, 500, 500, 500

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