Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

Keys open doors, keys open
open doors, keys, 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 windshields of
I spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla

the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto
Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to in here

So much 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 shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho your child
At you make believe 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 money through Maryland

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

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

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

Throw it on the scale, feed ya 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 neither, the shit sell itself

I yell '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
Living street tales of Don Divas

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

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

to the future 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 the Lord's shown favor
These bitches fake like the hoes on
But I mind spending, all it is is paper, yes

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

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