Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy five jeans
5000 islands on my wallet chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
ain't nothin' else by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I tell float on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my like a prolong
I pro long and on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got cock back
I need that thumb bone

So on
You get the one the drum on it
That's the one that dit

I'm so terrific I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm kickin' in yo
Now I'm pitchin' at yo

And she catch it her lip
Nah, she it with her mouth
And since I'm the
She to catch it on her blouse

I tell her, whoa, easy,
I'm cake so she eat the baby, wait
Shit gets way crazier
We flip the bitch she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin' the bitches with the stadium

That's no dome, bitch, go
Yeah, bitch, bitch
I spit the hundred winters on my snow
Lil' nigga like he get his bowl on
man, pimp stro, pimp stro
I can let my money go when the wind

Then it come right back a rental
And make them bitches understand me 10 fo
Niggas is like instrumentals
I bet you bitches me like 10 fo

Get ya top and get trimmed low
Somethin' like my
Ridin' my friend's hoes
No, I mean my friends

all my hoe's friends
Takin' all my hoe's
That will make that spin
I these young niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if they split them
Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em and if you reach at
I, I don't preach, I screech and give you beef them fries

Come to the and find
I live where all the seagulls fly
See baby, I'm so
All I you to do is just shut up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two from the same hood
They all the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the young and he the young bull
Now me da bull
That pistol on my hip, now I hand in the pool

I had a Lammy in school, I think it was red
I'm T.I red, I'm T.I red, you D.I-ed because of what you
Chyee, I'm sharp as an
And I it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins me up like genies
When I'm finished, I say

When I'm finished say, "Weezy, you killed it"
Hop on yo and say, "Weezy, you healed it"
So fly I got wings on me
A gun on me but I pop ya in ya stomach

Now I got food on me
Now was real rude, homie
And I smell like a plant
Young Money muthafucka, that cheese at?