Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

Keys open doors, open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys doors

Make ya skin crawl, one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo
Seein' my life the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years,

Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog
Now ho folla', this is my story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to in here

So much white you might think ya Christ is near
Throw on your V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons

The realest I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz
Bitch cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe I smile, ha

Canals treatin' my style, like you sharing my files
You're my space
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara
check nigga, I never been, cook money clean through Maryland

Shit, just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't ya
Now get the off

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Keys open doors, open doors
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Yeah, it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open

it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' love how it
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit itself

I yell re-up 'til I'm locked ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' know us you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don

in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know a whore
Shit could get ugly, she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, the roses of war

Fuck the bureau, be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the
What a piece of mind when you some Shapiro's

Cheers to the as we toast to life
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite,
The cars is big, the cribs is
The kids are happy, the picture

Gem star razor, the of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown
These fake like the hoes on flavor
But I don't spending, all it is is paper, yes

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