Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

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 ain't stuntin' like us niggas, "Where ya cars at?"

like
Wayne why the fuck you in all black?
I'm 'bout to bring CMR
And all the lames, we lost that

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

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

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

Bitch I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go round niggas get your cash up
We probably to clash up, this shit got me 'bout to ass up
They finding in they 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 nice
And for the price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot I pull up in that white thang

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

You don't want to fuck weezy
You don't want to with 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 to the house in eastover
So I can a 500 degreez platinum party
Than the after party my squad stomping in this

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

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

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

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

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