Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
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 these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool with butters on
Got beef with a nigga, that for another song
Paz on point so he his brothers on
Steez still the same, get you murked by a john
Head in the cause the whip is spacious
Benz stretched out legs feel a spaceship
Cheques clear, I'm hitting y'all with 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 cream back
Yeah, the key's and the bricks is stovetop
It's Chef Boyardee flipping on your whole 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 clique in section
Before I leave my rest, my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my right man, that fifty cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain't never
Won't catch a nigga slipping, won't catch a dipping
Cause I done mastered my high, you out mind tripping
Yeah you can and try, won't be the smartest move
My bitch [? ] pull the hammer, it do what it do
Hustler, a son of one, I'm a son of one
My it got right, copped me another gun

3: Crypt The Warchild]
These punk bitches get the the gas face
I like Earnhardt in his last race
This last lap in game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we new life, hit this bottle
Plan, I think the getting hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail
Scary how niggas Judas, no trust
I take it 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 deal
And that you spit will be the shit that get you killed
Ready for war, I'm in it for the haul
Throwing a molotov
Yeah, holding my with my pipes drawn
I kill everything when mic's on, believe it

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

4: Demoz]
Nigga think you can ease it be it but see me not
I'm too heated and weeded to lose it so be hot
They just to be the most conceited team on the top
I'm leaning to be the most as Biggie and Pac
Man these demons is dreaming [? ] for their
It's easy to see they just to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, smoking weed in [? ]
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, it and ran back to the fiends on my block
on my block? That's logical, my flow is phenomenal
I put a couple dots on your like dominoes
Red them, I stay with my team and them
I keep four nines in the tuck Steve and them
This my track, a like that
when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like Shaq

[Verse 5:
I'm from Killadel county, the killers all surround me
I'm losing my nigga slowly Poppa make him proud of me
If you see Nemi then tell people to see me
I'm here for the take and holding these down, believe me
My nigga Balo, I know halo is platinum
I'm a see you at the gates, I'll be something ravishing
The Sacraments made for the sacrificial
The baptismal of rap to sacramental
My rap essentials is murder and pencils
Gat utensils is only used for acting 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 give birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and Urkel glasses, I'm from a hood where they rob cool
And I can't wear jeans cause my Glock's too big
Yeah, I got the style, death bears a childish smile
Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Private
I'm fear order from green onions I peel
rap? I bump Foghat and Creedence Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm howling at the
baffled how he spent a thousand on the kicks
I get just to spit, fuck all the drama shit
I don't make statements, get bank statements and slips
And it's always be this way
C-notes like study hall in tenth
To this day I fuck and get paid
What's piff? I got the green like Fenway