Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

I tell them float on and go on to the
I'm so gone, my blunt a prolong
I pro and hold 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
the one that goes dit

I'm so terrific when I

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' all my hoe's
Takin' all my hoe's
That will make globe spin
I tell these niggas, pimp or die

get that Benz if they don't split them
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 live where all the little 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 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 me da bull
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 as an image
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 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 food on me
Now that was rude, homie
And I smell like a weed
Money muthafucka, where that cheese at?