Luyện nghe bài hát 500 Degreez

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

like
Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all
I'm to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we lost 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 weezy baby!" the boy is
And the wheels on my car you got a order

Stop playing, I've been jack
You don't want my glock spraying I hit all them
You don't want my stomach ache I shit on them
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 want to with weezy
You want to fuck with weezy

Bitch 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 shit with ass up

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

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

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

You don't to fuck with weezy
You don't want to with 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 platinum
the after party my squad stomping in this bitch

Fuck a party
Don't go to parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the come 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 steady girl with a hustler

Weezy keep it gutter for ya baby
Baby mercedes coupe got it bullet proof
me shoot my eighty duke at your fucking roof

You're barkin' with a big dog, nigga fucking
Mr. S fuckin' Q I'm the truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice ooohf
That's 500

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

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