Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

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

So on
You get the one with the on it
the one that goes dit

I'm so terrific I spit

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

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

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

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

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

Get ya top and get trimmed low
Somethin' my Benzo
with my friend's hoes
No, I mean my friends

all my hoe's friends
Takin' all my hoe's
That will make that globe
I tell these niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if they don't split
Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties and if you at
I, I don't preach, I screech and give you beef 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 shut up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the hood
They all from the same tree, cut from the same
I'm just the young lion and he the bull
Now slam me da
That pistol on my hip, now I hand 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 you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I keep it bumpin' like a mothafuckin'
Two twins shrink me up 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 wings on me
A gun on me but I pop ya in ya stomach

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