Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven's Arms

Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, youve warned
Packing heat two LeBrons
And my is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher heavens arms)
Gucci in my closet, my head
Pardon my
but Im on my Nas shit, off with head
Off with bitch,
she offered me head, I her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the
Im rolling this kush, she coughing and
Freak bitch named love the LOX, I got her talkin to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the
Dick must be good now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught my shit
Off with a ten, she took it cause far from a snitch
her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she gotta be strippin
Its money so I aint trippin, bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get
My Gucci tailored,
my get tapered
You get sent to maker, fuckin around with my paper, cuz I...
Hard Ferragamos,
IQ too much for convo
I know a though,
three-story
IPod shuffling Common, Jay Electronica and Bono

the last words of Castellano
Nothin but endless paper and bitches for I know
Cheeba, feeding divas McDonalds
All the way in Milano, out Cohibas
Fuckin in that blue Aventador, the nose like
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin notes
Throwin luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15s in everything, beating like
Rolling like Harpo, bitches by the car load
wana see Prince,
Im strings like Carlos

now we in Magic,
Wipin Ciroc off my Loubis my Gucci bandana, cuz I...
with Kim now, Im happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for nigga
Grew up to Pac, now Im rappin for that nigga
My been dead 20 years, Im trappin for that nigga
God like Pusha nem,
Phantom pushin em
Splittin Sluggers open, puttin kush in em
Aint forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for
Obama cant speak on it cause the governments him
But thats my though,
still figures
So one day Im top 5 and I can with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga,
And all old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
the Bugatti,
Florida Seminole
Im out here win a penant though
thought Id be legendary, but fuck it Im in it so