Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the real shit,
500 this time 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?"

like
Wayne why the you dressed in all black?
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 fall and
"It's weezy baby!" the boy is
And the wheels on my car you got a order

Stop playing, I've been 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 cats fresh and "B" it's all a rap
If I'm the only hot boy then what do you call

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

Bitch I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go that round niggas get your up
We need 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 first but we gone up
And guess what aye, you know I they got some nice chains
And for the right price I'll the right brain
And mommy hot 'cause I up in that white thang

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

A gangsta is who you
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 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 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 bitch

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 promise
I big, I'm a tymer man
Son of a steady girl fuck with a hustler

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

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

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

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