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 like a present day
Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my gay
Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the
Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is
36 24 40 her measure say
Here today, gone and I just met her yesterday
We already eating tryna make reservae
We movies while yall sit on couches pressing play
Mmoney aint on your mind, what you doesn't count
Ii did sneaker boxes , now I accounts
Sstill keep it aint no half way shit
Can do a suit a fitted 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 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 better have that alibi
You never know it might just be your time to ride
Tto them pearly gates watch that suicide

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

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Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a roaches
Pretty head on hotel sofas in this of dreams and hopers
Dont us, watch the common stretchers lead to comas
Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a
Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York coldest
Sour diesel, aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers
My position, remains the same niggas change and switching
Politics from living, heavy chains and brainless women
Place to swim in, 22 spinning leather 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 around you'll be promo
I'm fresh, designer down to sweats prolly the thousand x
My style next, booshe hound next to the housing jets
Life from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I'm shit, rounding homicide everytime I go
Thousand dollar tipping, Impala recline and go
out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll