Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, and talk snaps so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or
niggas, "Where ya hearts at?"
Ya'll stuntin' like us bitch niggas, "Where ya cars at?"

They
Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all
I'm 'bout to bring CMR
And all the lames, we done lost

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' to fall back
I'm 'bout to lock it the summer to the fall and back
"It's baby!" the boy is back
And the wheels on my car you got a that

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

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

Bitch I'll bust 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 in they shit with they ass up

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

Oh, but ya nigga be fly but I still get trifling
through the city just me and my flame
Friday night 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 scrill than
Got more than them there, I'm a cash money millionaire, bitch

You want to fuck with weezy
You want 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 after party my squad in this bitch

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

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

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

You're barkin' with a big dog, nigga roof
Mr. S fuckin' Q I'm the truth
Three stripes, 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

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