Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

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

like
Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all
I'm to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we lost 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 weezy baby!" the boy is
And the wheels on my car you got a order

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

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

Bitch what? bust ya ass up
even go that round niggas get your cash up
We probably to clash up, this shit got me 'bout to ass up
They finding niggas in they shit they ass up

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

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

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

You don't want to fuck with
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 to the rover
No, let me get the to the house in eastover
So I can throw a 500 degreez platinum
Than the after party my squad stomping in this

a kappa party
Don't go to parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the come home 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
Baby blue coupe got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my eighty duke at your fucking

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

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

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