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

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

Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo
Yyou catch that body nigga better have alibi
You know it might just be your time to that ride
Tto them pearly gates watch that suicide

Who am I? nudy fly with a pie
Burning pot, turtle top cooley high
Shoot high, one in your calf the boobie got
and tie then comit suicide like he knew to die
Haaa, lights I vision
House full of birds I'm Mike Tys' with pigeons
Wwhite mics religion if not ice and
You gave me your word then that price was giving
Trend setters, live better
In the lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater
Top floor gusevoir see me with pressers
Slimes that push weight but aint hit the gym
Like got red orders
Bags over bags stash house look like
Avon home tell these my corners
tight walls we snatching wife daughters
Only dimes on my time sheet
Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for 9 piece
marketing plan it never my minds sleeps
Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need Slime Beats

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