Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

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

2: Des Devious]
Yeah, in the coldest winter, live and I die a sinner
And while I'm here I'm hustling, get paper with my
of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your section
Before I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, my weapon
Yeah that's my right man, that fifty cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain't never
catch a nigga slipping, won't catch a nigga dipping
Cause I done mastered my high, you out your 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, copped me gun

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

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

[Verse 4:
Nigga think you can ease it be it but see me not
I'm too heated and weeded to it so please be hot
They fiending to be the most conceited team on the top
I'm leaning to be the most as Biggie and Pac
Man these is dreaming [? ] for their spot
It's easy to see just want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, weed in your [? ]
And fall dummy to that cause they eat at you pop
You can it or not, I done sold weed to a cop
a case, banged 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 my team and them
I four nines in the tuck like Steve and them
This my track, a diss that
Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like

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

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