Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yeah, it
Keys doors, keys, keys open doors

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 with a neither, the shit sell itself

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

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

Fuck the bureau, be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, hoes in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the
What a piece of mind you copy 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 are happy, the perfect picture

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

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