Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit and snaps so fuck rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or
niggas, "Where ya hearts at?"
Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us bitch niggas, "Where ya at?"

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

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and weezy to fall back
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 balling jack
You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them
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 that?

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

Bitch what? bust ya ass up
Don't even go that round niggas get your up
We probably to clash up, this shit got me 'bout to ass up
They niggas 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 'cause I pull up in that white

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

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

You want to fuck with 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 keys to the house in
So I can throw a 500 degreez platinum
Than the after party my squad stomping in this

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 tote chrome we some monsters man

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

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

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

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

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