Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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Keys open doors, keys, open doors

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

Money's the least, drag a by her dog collar
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 ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is paired

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

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

Shit, countin' just at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch
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 is you gon' love how it melt
And I don't with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself

I yell re-up I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it the state with the grace of Maria
on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living street tales of Don Divas

in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the now
It's just 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
What a piece of mind when you some Shapiro's

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

Gem star razor, the fruit of my
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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