Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

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

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

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and weezy to fall back
I'm 'bout to it from 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 don't want my glock spraying I hit all cats
You don't 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 what do you call that?

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

Bitch I'll bust ya ass up
even go that round niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up, this shit got me 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 right price 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 the city just me and my flame
Friday night special professional thang

A gangsta is who you
I'm in my building with bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more 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 fuck 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 keys to the house in
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 tote we some monsters man

We mob to the promise land
I big, I'm a tymer man
Son of a stunna steady girl fuck a hustler

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

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

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

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