Luyện nghe bài hát Keys Open Doors

Keys doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys doors

Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life the windshields of choppers
I ain't one rap dollar in 3 years, holla

Money's the least, drag a by her dog collar
Now ho folla', is my ghetto story
Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to in here

So white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is paired

The realest I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make rappers I smile, ha

Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my
You're my niggaz
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook money through Maryland

Shit, countin' gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a realer
So you ain't question why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the off

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Yeah, it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open

Throw it on the scale, feed ya self
Get it how you live, we ask for help, no
Word on the street is you love how it melt
And I don't come with a neither, the shit sell itself

I yell re-up 'til I'm locked ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of
Keep on toys, you know us when you see us
street tales worthy of Don Divas

Keys in the floor, in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know a whore
Shit could get ugly, she talk to the Lord now
It's what I get, it's the roses of war

Fuck the bureau, be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in
Just like Heaven as I at the mural
What a piece of mind you copy some Shapiro's

Cheers to the future as we toast to
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite,
The is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the picture

Gem star razor, the fruit of my
And I walk with a glow, it's like the shown favor
These fake like the hoes on flavor
But I mind spending, all it is is paper, yes

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