Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

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Yellow gold, January cold, my
I'm from the the school of old, check out my
I won a super of hash,I saw the Mona Lisa blink
Not off my ass
Cause I lean like the Tower of Pisa on glass
At the church, funeral services for this
Niggas steal my style, I can hear 'em in my sleep
Like young outside tryna break in your Z
28 or your S, they hit your Trans-Am
For your big nose hood and you know fools man
And I swear ain't no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all fair in the
Of fucking these due to your street fame
This wicked, deserves a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm ancient history
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be what we write
Ain't nothing but that Jet

I'm talking in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, feel what I'm
(Cause this rap just my hustle 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 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 clappers and levee crackage
All levels completed, I'm All-Madden
Smoking out the wagon
It's just "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2 Door
Still running triple O game on my new
More than one time was I that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that, a mansion
When my driver bring yo home, ask her how that Caddy roll
You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her
Money and smoke, all I know

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