Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB spy seven five jeans
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 float on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my like a prolong
I pro long and hold on to it 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 that 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 it with her lip
Nah, she it with her mouth
And I'm the president
She tried to catch it on her

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king so she eat the baby, wait
Shit way more crazier
We flip the 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 on my snow cone
Lil' nigga walkin' he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, stro
I can let my money go when the wind

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

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

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

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

Come to the beach and
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 just two from the same hood
They all from the same tree, cut from the wool
I'm the young lion and he the young bull
Now me da bull
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 sharp as an
And I keep it bumpin' a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins shrink me up like
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 yesterday's on me
Now that was rude, homie
And I smell a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, where cheese at?