Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Doap
I'm in the kitchen up bananas
Cameras on the roofs the police scanners
By any I'm a get these papers
with a nigga or catch these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool 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 like a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting y'all the facts
If the cheque never came I'd hit mom and a cap
Got the on smash, key notes on wax
pack on iTunes trying to make cream back
Yeah, the key's and the bricks is stovetop
It's Chef Boyardee 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 dying breed, clique in your section
Before I 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
Won't catch a nigga slipping, won't catch a nigga
Cause I mastered my high, you out your mind tripping
Yeah you can come and try, be the smartest move
My [? ] pull 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

[Verse 3: Crypt The
These punk bitches get the 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 this
Plan, I think the situation's hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail
how niggas turn Judas, no trust
I take it back to 5-6 it was only us
Snakes slither in the grass in the field
So I manoeuvre through them by sitting in a bigger
You's a time hustler, I'm a bigger deal
And that shit you will be the shit that get you killed
for war, I'm in it for the long haul
Throwing a sidearm
Yeah, holding my fort with my pipes
I kill everything 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 getting money of your bitch
Nigga it's the Army Of The Pharaohs, we American Idols
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 heated and weeded to it so please be hot
They just to be the most conceited team on the top
I'm to be the most meanest as Biggie and Pac
Man these demons is dreaming [? ] for their
It's to see they just want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, smoking in your [? ]
And fall dummy to that casket cause eat at you pop
You can believe it or not, I 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 beaming them, I stay with my team and
I keep nines in the tuck like Steve and them
my track, a diss like that
Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like

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 Nemi then tell your 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 something
The Seven Sacraments made for the
The of rap bristle to sacramental
My rap essentials is murder tracks and
Gat utensils is only used for acting simple
My syllable slice niggas a caesarean
You killable right? I spit bars like a

[Verse 6: The Lost Cauze]
I never thought I'd see the day hip hop would give birth to
Mr. T mohawks and glasses, I'm from a hood where they rob cool kids
And I can't skinny jeans cause my Glock's too big
Yeah, I got the wildest style, death bears a childish
Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Private
I'm fear order green onions I peel quarters
What's rap? I bump Foghat and Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm at the bitch
Haters baffled how he spent a thousand on the
I get thousands just to spit, fuck all the shit
I don't make statements, get bank statements and slips
And it's always be this way
C-notes study hall in tenth grade
To this day I fuck bitches and get
piff? I got the green monster like Fenway