Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

I them float on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my blunt a prolong
I pro long and on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got that back
I don't need that thumb

So on
You get the one with the on it
That's the one that dit

I'm so terrific when I

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

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

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

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

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

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

all my hoe's friends
Takin' all my hoe's
That will that globe spin
I tell these 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 you beef with them fries

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

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the hood
They all from the same tree, cut the same wool
I'm just the lion 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 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 as an image
And I keep it bumpin' like a blemish
Two shrink me up like genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you it"
Hop on yo and say, "Weezy, you healed 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 that was real rude,
And I smell like a weed
Money muthafucka, where that cheese at?