Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

I tell them on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my blunt like a
I pro long and on to it like a trombone
I'm so and um, I got that cock back
I don't need that bone

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

I'm so when I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm in yo shit
Now I'm at yo bitch

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

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king cake so she eat the baby,
gets way more crazier
We flip the bitch like she was in the
I ain't fuckin' with the bitches with the

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

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

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

Fuckin' all my hoe's
Takin' all my ends
That make that globe spin
I these young niggas, pimp or die

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

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

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

I had a Lammy in school, I it was diablo 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
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm they say, "Weezy, you killed it"
Hop on yo shit and say, "Weezy, you it"
So fly I got tattooed on me
A gun glued on me but I pop ya in ya

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