Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the fall
Who gon' us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of
I spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla

Money's the least, drag a by her dog collar
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
on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons

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

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

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

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

Keys open doors, open doors
open doors, keys, 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 love how it melt
And I don't with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself

I yell re-up I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' us when you see us
Living street worthy 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
It's just what I get, the roses of war

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

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

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

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

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