Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For Cuban
Yellow gold, cold, my mink
I'm the the school 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, services for this beat
tryna steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you them fools man
And I swear that no good, but I'm not surprised
it's all fair in the game
Of these bitches due to your street fame
shit's wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient
Niggas is beast hype, be like what we write
Ain't but that Jet Life

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

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

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