Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
I'm in the cooking up bananas
Cameras on the roofs with the police
By any means I'm a get these
Ride with a nigga or these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool with butters on
Got with a nigga, save that for another song
Paz on so he putting his brothers on
Steez still the same, get you by a gutter john
Head in the streets cause the whip is
Benz stretched out legs like a spaceship
ain't clear, I'm hitting y'all with the facts
If the cheque never came I'd hit mom and a cap
Got the on smash, key notes on wax
Hundred on iTunes trying to make cream back
Yeah, the key's cooked and the is stovetop
It's Chef flipping nicks on your whole block

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

[Verse 3: The Warchild]
These punk bitches get the the gas face
I feel like in his last race
This lap in this game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we celebrate new life, hit this
Plan, I think the situation's getting
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail
Scary how turn Judas, no trust
I it back to 5-6 when it was only us
Snakes slither in the in the killing field
So I manoeuvre through them by sitting in a wheel
You's a small time hustler, I'm a bigger
And shit 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 with my drawn
I kill when this mic's on, believe it

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

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

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

[Verse 6: Reef The Cauze]
I never thought I'd see the day hip hop would birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and Urkel glasses, I'm from a hood they rob cool kids
And I can't wear jeans cause my Glock's too big
Yeah, I got the wildest style, death a childish smile
Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Pyle
I'm fear order from onions I peel quarters
What's rap? I bump and Creedence Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm at the bitch
Haters baffled how he spent a on the kicks
I get thousands to spit, fuck all the drama shit
I don't make statements, get bank statements and slips
And it's gonna be this way
C-notes like study hall in grade
To this day I fuck bitches and get
What's piff? I got the green monster Fenway