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 super bowl of hash,I saw the Mona Lisa
Not off my ass
Cause I lean like the of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral for this beat
tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your
For your big nose and you know them fools man
And I that ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all fair in the
Of fucking these bitches due to street fame
shit's wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like we write
Ain't nothing but that Jet

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

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

I'm stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, 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 of what the fuck we grind for
(Cause rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)