Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside

Check my resume, look at my past to this present day
Always been a pirate who been tryna find treasure lay
Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants
Steel in sock drawer, my dresser is the desert lay
Put the Audemar away, today feel a present day
Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my gay
Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey in the Escalade
Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is
36 24 40 her measure say
Here today, gone tomorrow and I just met her
We eating yall tryna make reservae
We making movies while sit on couches pressing play
Mmoney aint on mind, what you thinking doesn't count
Ii did sneaker boxes , now I does
Sstill it hood aint no half way shit
Can do a with a fitted on some draft day shit
Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear the talent blind say
In the club buying roses its valentines day bitch
They them niggas in a meat locker soon
Have their mommas like they in the heats locker room wassup !

Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo
Yyou catch body nigga better have that alibi
You never it might just be your time to that ride
Tto pearly white gates watch that suicide

Who am I? nudy fly with a pie
Burning pot, turtle top cooley high
Shoot high, one in your calf like the got
Suit and tie then comit suicide like he to die
Haaa, Bright lights I
House full of birds I'm like Mike with pigeons
Wwhite religion if not ice and linen
You me your word then that right price was giving
Trend setters, Hamptons better
In the mansions lamping, pants a thin sweater
Top floor gusevoir see me with pressers
Slimes that push but aint hit the gym never
quarters got red orders
Bags bags stash house look like horters
Avon home marlo these my corners
Matress tight walls we snatching wife
Only keep on my time sheet
Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9
Already marketing plan it never my minds
Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need Slime Beats

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Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a roaches
Pretty head on sofas in this town of dreams and hopers
Dont approach us, the common stretchers lead to comas
Sold out and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus
Who can us? the OG rollers New York city's coldest
diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers
My position, remains the same niggas change and switching
Politics famous living, heavy chains and brainless women
Place to in, 22 spinning leather grace the linen
If you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant the sinning
Ducking po po, the 2k Banks, Vado, and Loso
Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around you'll be promo
I'm fresh, designer down to sweats grip the thousand x
My style whats next, booshe hound next to the jets
reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I'm popping shit, homicide everytime I go
Thousand dollar tipping, Impala recline and go
Pounding out ya sister give her pound, time to roll