Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
I'm in the kitchen up bananas
Cameras on the with the police scanners
By any means I'm a get papers
Ride a nigga or catch these vapours
Smooth melodic, water with butters on
Got beef with a nigga, save for another song
Paz on point so he putting his on
Steez the same, get you murked by a gutter john
Head in the streets cause the is spacious
Benz stretched out legs feel like a
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting with the facts
If the cheque came I'd hit your mom and a cap
Got the on smash, key notes on wax
Hundred pack on iTunes trying to make cream
Yeah, the key's cooked and the bricks is
Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on your whole block

[Verse 2: Des
Yeah, in the coldest winter, live and I die a sinner
And while I'm here I'm hustling, get paper my niggas
Last of a breed, Pharaoh clique in your section
I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my right hand man, 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 my high, you out your mind tripping
Yeah you can come and try, won't be the move
My bitch [? ] pull the hammer, make it do it do
Hustler, a son of one, I'm a son of one
My money it got right, copped me gun

[Verse 3: Crypt The
These punk bitches get the bozak the gas
I feel like Earnhardt in his last
This lap in this game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we celebrate new life, hit bottle
Plan, I think the situation's getting
We make say the Our Father and their Hail Mary
how niggas turn Judas, no trust
I take it to 5-6 when it was only us
Snakes slither in the grass in the field
So I through them by sitting in a bigger wheel
You's a small time hustler, I'm a bigger
And that shit you spit will be the shit 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 everything when mic's on, believe it

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

[Verse 4:
Nigga you can ease it then be it but see me not
I'm too heated and weeded to lose it so be hot
They just fiending to be the most conceited on the top
I'm leaning to be the most meanest as and Pac
Man these demons is [? ] for their spot
It's easy to see just want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, smoking weed in [? ]
And fall dummy to that casket cause 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 your 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 diss like
Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like

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

6: Reef The Lost Cauze]
I never thought I'd see the day hip hop would birth to faggots
Mr. T and Urkel glasses, I'm from a hood 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 smile
Beat you soap in a sock, you a Private Pyle
I'm fear from green onions I peel quarters
What's rap? I bump Foghat and Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm howling at the
baffled how he spent a thousand on the kicks
I get thousands just to spit, fuck all the shit
I make statements, get bank statements and deposit slips
And it's gonna be this way
C-notes like study in tenth grade
To day I fuck bitches and get paid
What's I got the green monster like Fenway