Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For linx
gold, January cold, my mink
I'm the the school of old, check out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash,I saw the Lisa blink
Not off my ass
Cause I lean the Tower of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral for this beat
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can 'em in my sleep
Like young thieves outside break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your
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 these bitches due to street fame
This wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking history
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like we write
Ain't nothing but Jet Life

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 what the we grind for
(Cause this rap just my hustle 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 levee
All levels completed, bitch I'm
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 than one time was I that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these
Foundation laid, and from that, a rose
When my driver bring yo bitches home, ask her how Caddy roll
You can tell that she was with daddy, smell her clothes
Money and smoke, all I know

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