Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

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

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

So white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V 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 never cook my coke, why? trust a ho with your child
At you believe rappers I smile, ha

treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my niggaz
So the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook clean through Maryland

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

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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 a pitch neither, the shit sell itself

I re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of
Keep on toys, you gon' us when you see us
street tales worthy of Don Divas

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

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

Cheers to the future as we toast to
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite,
The is big, the cribs is bigger
The are happy, the perfect picture

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

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