Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven's Arms

the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, youve been
Packing heat two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali
It you (higher than heavens arms)
Gucci in my closet, pardon my
my French
but Im on my Nas shit, off with your
Off your bitch,
she me head, I offered her dick
my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
Im this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin to Kiss
Got my hands my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good cause now she in Boston bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my
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 aint gotta be
Its money so I aint trippin, this get printed
Them banks get scoped out, cars get rented
My Gucci tailored,
my get tapered
You get sent to your maker, around with my paper, cuz I...
bottom Ferragamos,
IQ too much for convo
I a Farrakhan though,
three-story
IPod shuffling Common, Jay Electronica and Bono

the last words of Castellano
but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin Cheeba, feeding McDonalds
All the way in Milano, ashin out
Fuckin in that blue Aventador, the like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back high notes
Throwin Louis at dealerships, fuck a car note
15s in everything, like Harpo
Rolling like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They see Prince,
Im pulling strings Carlos

now we in Magic,
Wipin Ciroc off my Loubis my Gucci bandana, cuz I...
Kanye with Kim now, Im happy for nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll you for that nigga
Grew up to Pac, now Im rappin for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, Im trappin for nigga
God Flow Pusha nem,
rose pushin em
Splittin Louisville Sluggers open, kush in em
Aint forgot the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama cant speak on it the governments shushin him
But my nigga though,
stackin figures
So one day Im top 5 and I can politic with Jigga
I was just trying to Blueprint myself Jigga, though
And all old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be the Winter go
the Bugatti,
Florida Seminole
Im out tryna win a penant though
Never thought Id be legendary, but it Im in it so