Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Doap
I'm in the kitchen cooking up
Cameras on the roofs the police scanners
By any I'm a get these papers
Ride with a nigga or catch these
Smooth melodic, cool water butters on
Got beef with a nigga, save that for another
Paz on so he putting his brothers on
Steez still the same, get you murked by a john
Head in the streets cause the is spacious
Benz out legs feel like a spaceship
Cheques clear, I'm hitting y'all with the facts
If the cheque never came I'd hit 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
Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on your whole block

[Verse 2: Des
Yeah, born in the coldest winter, and I die a sinner
And I'm here I'm hustling, get paper with my niggas
Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your
Before I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, my weapon
Yeah that's my right hand man, that cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain't alone
Won't a nigga slipping, won't catch a nigga dipping
Cause I done my high, you out your mind tripping
you can come 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 it got right, copped me another gun

[Verse 3: The Warchild]
These punk bitches get the the gas face
I like Earnhardt in his last race
This lap in this game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we celebrate new life, hit bottle
Plan, I think the situation's hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail
Scary how turn Judas, no trust
I take it back to 5-6 it was only us
slither in the grass in the killing field
So I manoeuvre through by sitting in a bigger wheel
You's a time hustler, I'm a bigger 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, my fort 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 suck a dirty dick gonorrhea on the tip
I'm getting money of your bitch
Nigga it's the Army Of The Pharaohs, we hood American
You don't like us? You can my dick
I got a long and an oxy if you feeling suicidal
See that Hop out that bitch

4: Demoz]
Nigga you can ease it then be it but see me not
I'm too and weeded to lose it so please be hot
They fiending to be the most conceited team on the top
I'm leaning to be the meanest 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, weed in your [? ]
And fall dummy to casket cause they eat at you pop
You can believe it or not, I done 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 couple dots on your block dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my and them
I keep four nines in the tuck like Steve and
my track, a diss like that
Cause when you like a freethrow you miss like Shaq

5: Planetary]
I'm from Killadel county, the killers they all me
I'm losing my nigga Poppa Large make him proud of me
If you see then tell your people to see me
I'm here for the take and these streets down, believe me
My nigga Balo, I your halo is platinum
I'm a see you at the gates, I'll be rocking ravishing
The Sacraments made for the sacrificial
The baptismal of rap bristle to
My rap essentials is tracks and pencils
Gat utensils is only used for niggas acting
My slice niggas like a caesarean
You killable right? I bars like a barbarian

6: Reef The Lost Cauze]
I never I'd see the day hip hop would give birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and glasses, I'm from a hood where they rob cool kids
And I can't wear 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 order green onions I peel quarters
rap? I bump Foghat and Creedence Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm howling at the
Haters baffled how he spent a thousand on the
I get thousands to spit, fuck all the drama shit
I don't make statements, get statements and deposit slips
And it's always be this way
C-notes like study hall in grade
To this day I fuck bitches and get
What's piff? I got the green monster Fenway