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
on the hill, far from where the peasants stay
Steel in sock drawer, my is where the desert lay
Put the Audemar away, feel like 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 name is Desirae
36 24 40 her measure say
Here today, tomorrow and I just met her yesterday
We already eating tryna make reservae
We movies while yall sit on couches pressing play
Mmoney on your mind, what you thinking doesn't count
Ii did sneaker boxes , now I accounts
Sstill keep it aint no half way shit
Can do a with a fitted on some draft day shit
Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the blind say
In the club buying roses like its day bitch
find them niggas in a meat locker soon
Have their mommas crying they in the heats locker room wassup !

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

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

[Lloyd
the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches
Pretty head on hotel in this town of dreams and hopers
Dont approach us, the common stretchers lead to comas
out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus
Who can hold us? the OG rollers New city's coldest
Sour diesel, weed aromas, of casualties of soldiers
My position, the same while niggas change and switching
Politics from famous living, heavy chains and women
to swim in, 22 spinning 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 around here you'll be
I'm fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the x
My whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets
Life from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I'm popping shit, homicide everytime I go
Thousand dollar tipping, whipping recline and go
Pounding out ya sister then her pound, time to roll