Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

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 white you might think ya Holy Christ is
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 crack pot inspired, my 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 sharing my
You're my niggaz
So kill the comparison, I'm South sippin' on Sara 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 feel ya
Now get the off

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Keys open doors, keys, keys 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 pitch neither, the shit itself

I re-up 'til I'm locked like 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 what I get, it's the roses of war

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

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

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

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