Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy five jeans
islands on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
ain't nothin' 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 cock back
I don't that thumb bone

So on
You get the one the drum 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 pitchin' at yo

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

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, bitch, bitch
I spit the hundred winters on my snow
Lil' walkin' like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp
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 understand me like 10 fo

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

all my hoe's friends
Takin' all my ends
That will make that globe
I tell 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 screech and you beef with them fries

Come to the beach and
I where all the little 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 from the same
I'm just the lion and he the young bull
Now slam me da
That pistol on my hip, now I gotta hand in the

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 of what you said
Chyee, I'm sharp as an
And I keep it bumpin' like a mothafuckin'
Two twins me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you it"
Hop on yo shit and say, "Weezy, you it"
So fly I got wings on me
A gun on me but I pop ya in ya stomach

Now I got yesterday's on me
Now was real rude, homie
And I smell like a weed
Young muthafucka, where that cheese at?