Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

I tell them on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my like a prolong
I pro long and hold on to it like a
I'm so blown and um, I got that back
I need that thumb bone

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

I'm so when I spit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had a Lammy in school, I think it was 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 keep it bumpin' a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins shrink me up genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished 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 yesterday's on me
Now that was real rude,
And I smell a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, where cheese at?