Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

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Yellow gold, January cold, my
I'm from the the of old, check out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash,I saw the Mona 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 tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit Trans-Am
For big nose hood and you know them fools man
And I swear that no good, but I'm not surprised
Cause it's all in the game
Of fucking bitches due to your street fame
This shit's wicked, deserves a
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient
is beast hype, tryna be like what we write
Ain't nothing but Jet Life

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 baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the
Constant reminders of the fuck we grind for
(Cause rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we chasing)

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

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