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

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

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

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

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the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches
Pretty head on hotel sofas in this town of and hopers
Dont approach us, watch the common lead to comas
Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a
Who can hold us? the OG rollers New city's coldest
Sour diesel, aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers
My position, remains the same niggas change and switching
Politics from famous living, heavy chains and women
Place to swim in, 22 leather grace the linen
If you find a forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinning
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, booshe hound next to the jets
reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I'm popping shit, rounding homicide I go
Thousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping and go
Pounding out ya sister then her pound, time to roll