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
There ain't else by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I them float on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my blunt like a
I pro long and hold on to it like a
I'm so blown and um, I got that 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 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 her mouth
And since I'm the
She tried to it on her blouse

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king so she eat the baby, wait
Shit gets way more
We the bitch like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin' with the bitches the stadium

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

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

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

Fuckin' all my friends
Takin' all my ends
That make that globe spin
I tell young niggas, pimp or die

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

Come to the and find
I live where all the 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 same
They all from the same tree, cut the same wool
I'm just the young lion and he the bull
Now slam me da
That on my hip, now I gotta 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 what you
Chyee, I'm sharp as an
And I it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins shrink me up like
When I'm finished, I say

When I'm they say, "Weezy, you killed 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 was real rude, homie
And I smell a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, where cheese at?