Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

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

I tell them 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 that back
I don't need that bone

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

I'm so when 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 catch it her mouth
And since I'm the
She tried to it on her blouse

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' all my hoe's
all my hoe's ends
That will that globe spin
I tell these young niggas, or die

Won't get that Benz if don't split them
Eyes dip 'em thighs, 'em ties and if you reach at
I, I don't preach, I screech and give you beef with 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 from the same
They all from the same tree, cut from the same
I'm the young 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 as an image
And I it bumpin' like a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins me up like genies
When I'm finished, I say

I'm finished they say, "Weezy, you killed 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 food on me
Now that was real rude,
And I like a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, where cheese at?