Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

It's the shit, yeah
500 degreez this time
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' us bitch niggas, "Where ya cars at?"

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

Now all we got is weezy, weezy, and lil' to fall back
I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the and back
"It's baby!" the boy is back
And the wheels on my car you got a order

Stop playing, been balling jack
You want my glock spraying I hit all them cats
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 only hot boy then do you call that?

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

Bitch what? bust ya ass up
Don't even go that 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 first but we gone up
And guess what aye, you know I heard they got some nice
And for the right price I'll bust the right
And hot 'cause 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 tight thang

A gangsta is who you
I'm in my building with twenty in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got scrill than
Got more skill than there, I'm a cash money millionaire, bitch

You don't want to fuck with
You don't want to fuck with
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 in eastover
So I can a 500 degreez platinum party
Than the after party my squad stomping in this

Fuck a party
go to rapper parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome we monsters man

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

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

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

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

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