Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who stop 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
Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in

So much white you might think ya 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 pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you believe rappers I smile, ha

Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet my files
You're my space
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook clean 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 don't 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 with a pitch neither, the shit sell

I yell re-up 'til I'm locked ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of
on toys, you gon' know 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 know she's a
could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, the roses of war

Fuck the bureau, rather be Euros
And get fed grapes, hoes in plurals
like Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some

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

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

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