Luyện nghe bài hát Armoire

For Cuban
gold, January cold, my mink
I'm from the the school of old, out my ring
I won a super bowl of hash,I saw the Mona Lisa
Not off my ass
Cause I lean like the of Pisa on stained glass
At the church, funeral services for this
Niggas tryna steal my style, I can 'em in my sleep
Like young outside tryna break in your Z
28 or your Double S, they hit your
For your big hood and you know them fools man
And I swear that ain't no good, but I'm not
Cause all fair in the game
Of fucking these bitches due to your fame
This shit's wicked, a documentary
Deadstocks on my feet, I'm walking ancient
Niggas is beast hype, tryna be like what we
Ain't nothing but that Jet

I'm stacks in the walls, floors, ceilings
A house made of money, what I'm building
(Cause this rap just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause rap shit just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the
Constant of what the fuck we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)

Still at it, Jet Set
I'm, from the city of choppers clappers and crackage
All completed, bitch I'm All-Madden
Smoking out the E-Class
It's just that "to the airport" action, I am more Mr. 2
Still triple O game on my new hoes
More than one time was I told that I was too
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these
Foundation laid, and that, a mansion rose
When my driver yo bitches home, ask her how that Caddy roll
You can tell that she was with daddy, just smell her
and smoke, that's all I know

I'm talking stacks in the walls, floors,
A made of money, feel what I'm building
(Cause this rap shit just my baby, we paper chasing)
(Cause this rap just my hustle baby, we paper chasing)
I'm talking pounds in the fridge, hundred stack in the
Constant reminders of what the we grind for
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we chasing)
(Cause this rap shit just my hustle baby, we chasing)