Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

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Make ya skin crawl, one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' 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

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

So much white you think ya Holy Christ is near
on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is paired

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

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

Shit, countin' just at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, a bitch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha feel 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 come with a pitch neither, the shit itself

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

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

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

Cheers to the 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 star razor, the of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the shown favor
These bitches fake like the on flavor
But I don't spending, all it is is paper, yes

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