Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For linx
Yellow gold, cold, my mink
I'm from the the school of old, out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash,I saw the Lisa blink
Not off my ass
I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my
Like young thieves tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know fools man
And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not
Cause it's all in the game
Of fucking these due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, a documentary
on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
Niggas is beast hype, be like what we write
Ain't but that Jet Life

I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors,
A made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the
Constant reminders of what the we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we chasing)
(Cause this rap shit my hustle baby, we paper chasing)

Still at it, Jet Set
I'm, the city of choppers clappers and levee crackage
All levels completed, bitch I'm
Smoking out the E-Class
It's just "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new
More than one time was I that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be burr on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion
When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how that roll
You can tell that she was daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, all I know

I'm talking in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the
Constant reminders of what the fuck we for
(Cause this rap just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)