Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and talk snaps so rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or
niggas, "Where ya hearts 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 done that

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' weezy to fall
I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the 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 my glock spraying I hit all them cats
You don't want my ache I shit on them cats
I get on them cats fresh and "B" all a rap
If I'm the only hot boy then do you call that?

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

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

It October thirty first but we gone mask up
And guess what aye, you I heard they got some nice chains
And for the right price bust the right brain
And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white

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

A is who you hearing
I'm in my with twenty bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill
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 to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the in eastover
So I can a 500 degreez platinum party
Than the after my squad stomping in this bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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