Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
I'm in the kitchen cooking up
Cameras on the roofs with the police
By any I'm a get these papers
Ride a nigga or catch these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool with butters on
Got beef a nigga, save that for another song
Paz on point so he his brothers on
Steez still the same, get you murked by a gutter
in the streets cause the whip is spacious
Benz stretched out legs like a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting with the facts
If the cheque never I'd hit your mom and a cap
Got the streets on smash, key on wax
Hundred pack on iTunes trying to cream back
Yeah, the key's cooked and the bricks is
It's Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on your block

[Verse 2: Des
Yeah, born in the winter, live and I die a sinner
And I'm here I'm hustling, get paper with my niggas
Last of a dying breed, clique in your section
Before I my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my right hand man, that fifty cal
when I roam, I ain't never alone
Won't catch a nigga slipping, won't a nigga dipping
Cause I mastered my high, you out your mind tripping
Yeah you can come and try, be the smartest move
My bitch [? ] the hammer, make it do what it do
Hustler, a son of one, I'm a son of one
My it got right, copped me another gun

[Verse 3: Crypt The
These bitches get the bozak the gas face
I feel Earnhardt in his last race
This lap in this game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we celebrate new life, hit bottle
Plan, I think the situation's hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Mary
how niggas turn Judas, no trust
I take it back to 5-6 when it was us
Snakes in the grass in the killing field
So I manoeuvre through them by sitting in a bigger
You's a small time hustler, I'm a deal
And that you spit will be the shit that get you killed
Ready for war, I'm in it for the long
Throwing a molotov
Yeah, holding my fort my pipes drawn
I kill when this mic's on, believe it

Yo cops, you niggas don't like my shit
I tell them niggas suck a dirty dick with on the tip
I'm getting courtesy of your bitch
Nigga the Army Of The Pharaohs, we hood American Idols
You like us? You can suck my dick
I got a long and an oxy if you feeling suicidal
See window? Hop out that bitch

4: Demoz]
Nigga think you can it then be it but see me not
I'm too heated and to lose it so please be hot
They just to be the most conceited team on the top
I'm leaning to be the meanest as Biggie and Pac
Man these demons is [? ] for their spot
It's easy to see they want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, weed in your [? ]
And fall to that casket cause they eat at you pop
You can it or not, I done sold weed to a cop
Caught a case, banged it and ran back to the fiends on my
on my block? That's logical, my flow is phenomenal
I put a couple dots on block like dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay my team and them
I keep four nines in the tuck like Steve and
This my track, a like that
Cause when you shoot a freethrow you miss like Shaq

5: Planetary]
I'm Killadel county, the killers they all surround me
I'm losing my nigga slowly Large make him proud of me
If you see then tell your people to see me
I'm here for the take and holding these streets down, me
My nigga Balo, I your halo is platinum
I'm a see you at the gates, I'll be something ravishing
The Seven Sacraments for the sacrificial
The of rap bristle to sacramental
My rap essentials is murder tracks and
Gat utensils is used for niggas acting simple
My syllable slice niggas a caesarean
You killable I spit bars like a barbarian

[Verse 6: The Lost Cauze]
I thought I'd see the day hip hop would give birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and Urkel glasses, I'm from a where they rob cool kids
And I can't wear skinny jeans my Glock's too big
Yeah, I got the wildest style, death bears a childish
Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Pyle
I'm fear order from green I peel quarters
What's I bump Foghat and Creedence Clearwater
Bad rising, I'm howling at the bitch
Haters baffled how he spent a on the kicks
I get thousands just to spit, all the drama shit
I don't statements, get bank statements and deposit slips
And always gonna be this way
C-notes like study in tenth grade
To this day I fuck bitches and get
What's I got the green monster like Fenway