Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

I tell them float on and go on to the
I'm so gone, my like a prolong
I pro and hold on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got cock back
I don't that thumb bone

So on
You get the one with the on it
That's the one goes dit

I'm so when I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm kickin' in yo
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 cake so she eat the baby, wait
Shit way more crazier
We flip the bitch like she was in the
I ain't fuckin' with the bitches the stadium

no dome, bitch, go home
Yeah, bi-bi-bi bitch,
I spit the winters on my snow cone
Lil' nigga walkin' like he get his on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp
I can let my money go when the blow

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

Get ya top chopped and get low
like my Benzo
Ridin' with my friend's
No, I mean my hoe's

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

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

Come to the and find
I where all the little 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 from the same tree, cut the same wool
I'm the young lion and he the young bull
Now me da bull
That pistol on my hip, now I gotta in the pool

I had a in school, I think 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 as an image
And I keep it bumpin' like a blemish
Two shrink me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

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

Now I got yesterday's on me
Now that was rude, homie
And I smell like a weed
Young Money muthafucka, where that at?