Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy seven jeans
5000 islands on my wallet chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a 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 long and on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got that back
I need that 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 pitchin' at yo

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

I tell her, whoa, easy,
I'm king so she eat the baby, wait
Shit gets way more
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 the hundred winters on my snow cone
nigga walkin' like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp
I can let my money go when the blow

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas the same hood
They all from the tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the young and he the young bull
Now slam me da
That on my hip, now I gotta 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 you said
Chyee, I'm sharp as an
And I keep it bumpin' like a blemish
Two shrink me up like genies
When I'm finished, I say

I'm finished 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 was real rude, homie
And I like a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, that cheese at?