Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For linx
Yellow gold, January cold, my
I'm from the the school of old, check out my
I won a bowl of hash,I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not off my ass
Cause I lean like the of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can 'em in my sleep
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 fools man
And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not
Cause it's all fair in the
Of fucking bitches due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, deserves a
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like we write
Ain't but that Jet Life

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

Still at it, Jet Set
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 Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new
More than one time was I told that I was too
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion
When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how Caddy roll
You can tell that she was daddy, just smell her clothes
Money and smoke, that's all I

I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors,
A made 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
Constant reminders of the fuck we grind for
(Cause rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)