Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

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

Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog
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 might think ya Holy is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons

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

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

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

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Keys open doors, keys doors
Keys open doors, keys, open doors
Yeah, it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open

it on the scale, feed ya goddamn 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 come with a pitch neither, the shit sell

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 tales of Don Divas

Keys in the floor, mistress in
Bitch tell me she me, but I know she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she to the Lord now
It's just what I get, the roses of war

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

to the future as we toast to life
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite,
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
These bitches fake like the on flavor
But I don't spending, all it is is paper, yes

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