Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Doap
I'm in the kitchen cooking up
Cameras on the roofs with the scanners
By any means I'm a get these
Ride with a nigga or these vapours
Smooth melodic, water 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 the whip is spacious
Benz stretched out legs feel a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm y'all with the facts
If the cheque came I'd hit your 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 bricks is
It's Chef Boyardee flipping on your whole block

2: Des Devious]
Yeah, born in the coldest winter, live and I die a
And while I'm I'm hustling, get paper with my niggas
of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your section
Before I leave my rest, my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my right hand man, that fifty cal
Off-safety when I roam, I never alone
Won't catch a nigga slipping, won't catch a dipping
I done mastered my high, you out your mind tripping
Yeah you can and try, won't 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 money it got right, me another gun

3: Crypt The Warchild]
These bitches get the bozak the gas face
I feel like Earnhardt in his last
last lap in this game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we new life, hit this bottle
Plan, I think the situation's hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail
Scary how niggas Judas, no trust
I take it back to 5-6 it was only us
Snakes in the grass in the killing field
So I manoeuvre them by sitting in a bigger wheel
You's a small time hustler, I'm a deal
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 my pipes drawn
I kill everything when mic's on, believe it

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

[Verse 4:
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 fiending to be the most conceited on the top
I'm leaning to be the meanest as Biggie and Pac
Man these demons is dreaming [? ] for spot
It's easy to see just want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my and my plot, smoking weed in your [? ]
And dummy 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 That's logical, my flow is phenomenal
I put a dots on your block like dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my team and
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 Shaq

5: Planetary]
I'm from Killadel county, the they all surround me
I'm losing my nigga slowly Large make him proud of me
If you see Nemi then tell your 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, be rocking something ravishing
The Seven Sacraments 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 niggas like a caesarean
You killable right? I spit like a barbarian

6: Reef The Lost Cauze]
I never thought I'd see the day hip hop would give to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and Urkel glasses, I'm from a hood where rob cool kids
And I wear skinny jeans cause my Glock's too big
Yeah, I got the wildest style, bears a childish smile
Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Pyle
I'm fear from green onions I peel quarters
What's rap? I 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 make statements, get bank statements and slips
And always gonna be this way
C-notes like study hall in tenth
To this day I fuck bitches and get
What's piff? I got the green like Fenway