Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Doap
I'm in the kitchen up bananas
Cameras on the roofs the police scanners
By any means I'm a get these
Ride with a nigga or catch these
Smooth melodic, cool water with on
Got beef with a nigga, save that for song
Paz on point so he putting his on
Steez still the same, get you by a gutter john
Head in the streets cause the is spacious
Benz stretched out feel like a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting y'all the facts
If the cheque never I'd hit your mom and a cap
Got the on smash, key notes on wax
Hundred pack on iTunes trying to make 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 while I'm here I'm hustling, get paper my niggas
Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh in your section
I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my right man, that fifty cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain't alone
Won't catch a nigga slipping, won't a nigga dipping
Cause I done mastered my high, you out mind tripping
Yeah you can come and try, won't be the move
My bitch [? ] pull the hammer, it do what it do
Hustler, a son of one, I'm a son of one
My money it got right, me another gun

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

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

4: Demoz]
Nigga think you can it then be it but see me not
I'm too heated and weeded to it so please be hot
They just fiending to be the most team on the top
I'm leaning to be the most meanest as and Pac
Man these is dreaming [? ] for their spot
easy to see they just want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, smoking weed in [? ]
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
Fiends on my block? That's logical, my is phenomenal
I put a dots on your block like dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my and them
I keep nines in the tuck like Steve and them
This my track, a like that
Cause you shoot like a freethrow you miss like Shaq

[Verse 5:
I'm from county, the killers they all surround me
I'm losing my slowly Poppa Large make him proud of me
If you see Nemi then your people to see me
I'm for the take and holding these streets down, believe me
My nigga Balo, I know halo is platinum
I'm a see you at the gates, I'll be rocking ravishing
The Seven Sacraments for the sacrificial
The baptismal of rap to sacramental
My rap is murder tracks and pencils
Gat utensils is only for niggas acting simple
My syllable slice niggas like a
You killable right? I spit bars a barbarian

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