Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

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

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

The shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz
Bitch never cook my coke, Never 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 kill the comparison, I'm South sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, money clean through Maryland

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

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Throw it on the scale, 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 yell 'til 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 tales worthy of Don Divas

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

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

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

Gem razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, like the Lord's shown favor
bitches fake like the hoes on flavor
But I mind spending, all it is is paper, yes

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