Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the shit, yeah
500 degreez this bitch
You already

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 ain't stuntin' like us bitch niggas, "Where ya at?"

They
why the fuck you dressed in all black?
I'm 'bout to CMR back
And all the lames, we lost that

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' weezy to fall
I'm 'bout to lock it 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, been balling jack
You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them
You don't want my ache I shit on them cats
I get on them cats fresh and "B" all a rap
If I'm the hot boy then what do you call that?

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

what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go that round niggas get cash up
We probably need to clash up, this shit got me to ass up
They finding in they shit with they ass up

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

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

A is who you hearing
I'm in my building with twenty in the ceiling
I'm real than, I got more 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 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 platinum party
Than the after my squad stomping in this bitch

Fuck a party
Don't go to rapper parties, I'm no man
But the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my tote chrome we some monsters man

We gone mob to the land
I big, I'm a tymer 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 shoot my eighty duke at your fucking

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

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

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