Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For Cuban
gold, January cold, my mink
I'm from the the of old, check out my ring
I won a bowl of hash,I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not off my ass
Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on stained
At the church, funeral services for this
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my
Like young thieves outside tryna in your Z
28 or your Double S, hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know them man
And I that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all in the game
Of fucking bitches due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, deserves a
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient
Niggas is hype, tryna be like what we write
nothing but that Jet Life

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

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

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