Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yeah, it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open

Throw it on the scale, feed ya 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 with a pitch 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 know us when you see us
Living street tales of Don Divas

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

the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, hoes in plurals
Just Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of 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 cribs is
The kids are happy, the perfect

Gem star razor, the of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's favor
These bitches like the hoes on flavor
But I mind spending, all it is is paper, yes

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