Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For Cuban
gold, January cold, my mink
I'm from the the school of old, check out my
I won a super bowl of hash,I saw the Lisa blink
Not off my ass
Cause I like the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, services for this beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your
For your big nose and you know them 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
on my feet, I'm walking ancient history
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like we write
Ain't but that Jet Life

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

Still at it, Jet Set
I'm, from the city of clappers and levee crackage
All completed, bitch I'm All-Madden
out the E-Class wagon
It's just "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O on my new hoes
More one time was I told that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a rose
When my driver bring yo home, ask her how that Caddy 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, feel what I'm
(Cause this rap shit 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 just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit my hustle baby, we paper chasing)