Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

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

like
Wayne why the you dressed in all black?
I'm 'bout to bring CMR
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 to the fall and back
"It's weezy baby!" the boy is
And the on my car you got a order that

Stop playing, been balling jack
You don't want my spraying I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach 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

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

It ain't October first but we gone mask up
And guess what aye, you know I heard they got some 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 just me and my flame
night special professional tight thang

A is who you hearing
I'm in my building with twenty in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got scrill than
Got more skill than them there, I'm a 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 to the rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in
So I can throw a 500 degreez party
Than the after party my squad stomping in this

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

We gone mob to the land
I ball big, I'm a man
Son of a stunna girl fuck with a hustler

Weezy keep it for ya baby bubba
Baby mercedes 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 bucket
500 degreez

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

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