Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
I'm in the cooking up bananas
Cameras on the roofs the police scanners
By any means I'm a get papers
with a nigga or catch these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool water with on
Got beef with a nigga, save for another song
Paz on so he putting his brothers on
Steez the same, get you murked by a gutter john
Head in the streets the whip is spacious
Benz stretched out legs like a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting y'all the facts
If the cheque 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 key's cooked and the bricks is
It's Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on whole block

2: Des Devious]
Yeah, born in the coldest winter, live and I die a
And while I'm here I'm hustling, get paper with my
Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh in your section
Before I my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my hand man, that fifty cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain't alone
Won't catch a nigga slipping, catch a nigga dipping
Cause I done mastered my high, you out mind tripping
Yeah you can come and try, won't be the smartest
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, copped me gun

3: Crypt The Warchild]
These punk get the bozak the gas face
I feel like in his last race
last 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 Mary
Scary how niggas turn Judas, no
I take it to 5-6 when it was only us
slither 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 shit you spit will be the that get you killed
for war, I'm in it for the long haul
Throwing a sidearm
Yeah, holding my fort with my drawn
I kill when this mic's on, believe it

Yo f-u-c-k-f-b-I cops, you niggas don't like my
I tell them suck a dirty dick with gonorrhea on the tip
I'm money courtesy of your bitch
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

4: Demoz]
Nigga think you can it then be it but see me not
I'm too heated and weeded to lose it so 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 demons is dreaming [? ] for their
It's easy to see they want 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
Caught a case, banged it and ran to the fiends on my block
Fiends on my block? That's logical, my flow is
I put a couple on your block like dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my team and
I keep four nines in the like Steve and them
This my track, a like that
Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like

5: Planetary]
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 for the take 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 baptismal of rap to sacramental
My rap essentials is tracks and pencils
Gat is only used for niggas acting simple
My syllable slice like a caesarean
You killable right? I bars like a barbarian

[Verse 6: Reef The Lost
I never thought I'd see the day hip hop give birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and glasses, I'm from a hood where they rob cool kids
And I can't wear skinny 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 onions I peel quarters
What's I bump Foghat and Creedence Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm at the bitch
Haters baffled how he spent a on the kicks
I get thousands just to spit, all the drama shit
I make statements, get bank statements and deposit slips
And it's gonna be this way
C-notes like hall in tenth grade
To this day I bitches and get paid
piff? I got the green monster like Fenway