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

Check my resume, look back at my past to this day
Always been a pirate who been tryna find what lay
Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants
Steel in drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay
Put the Audemar away, today feel a present day
in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay
Passion, Pain, Pleasure, knocking in the Escalade
Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger is Desirae
36 24 40 what her 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 your mind, you thinking doesn't count
Ii did boxes , now I does accounts
Sstill it hood aint no half way shit
Can do a suit a fitted on some draft day shit
Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear the talent blind say
In the club buying like its valentines day bitch
They find them niggas in a meat soon
Have mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup !

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

Who am I? nudy fly with a pie
Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley
high, one in your calf like the boobie got
Suit and tie comit suicide like he knew to die
Haaa, Bright I vision
House of birds I'm like Mike Tys' with pigeons
mics religion if not ice and linen
You me your word then that right price was giving
Trend setters, live better
In the lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater
Top floor gusevoir see me with bench
Slimes that push weight but hit the gym never
Like quarters got red
Bags over stash house look like horters
Avon home marlo these my corners
Matress tight walls we snatching daughters
Only dimes keep on my time
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, to the top a hundred roaches
Pretty head on hotel sofas in town of dreams and hopers
Dont approach us, watch the stretchers lead to comas
Sold out shows and shoulders, way I rap I need 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 while niggas change and
from famous 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 winners Banks, Vado, and
Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip here 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
reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I'm shit, rounding homicide everytime I go
dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and go
Pounding out ya then give her pound, time to roll