Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
I'm in the cooking up bananas
Cameras on the with 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, that 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 feel like a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting with the facts
If the never 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 and the bricks is stovetop
It's Chef flipping 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 with my niggas
Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh 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 I roam, I ain't never alone
Won't catch a nigga slipping, catch a nigga dipping
Cause I done mastered my high, you out your tripping
Yeah you can and try, won't 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 it got right, copped me another gun

[Verse 3: Crypt The
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 celebrate new life, hit bottle
Plan, I think the getting hairy
We make them say the Our Father and Hail Mary
Scary how niggas Judas, no trust
I take it back to 5-6 it was only us
Snakes slither in the grass in the field
So I through them by sitting in a bigger wheel
You's a small hustler, I'm a bigger deal
And that shit you spit be the shit that get you killed
Ready for war, I'm in it for the haul
Throwing a molotov
Yeah, holding my fort with my drawn
I kill everything when this on, believe it

Yo f-u-c-k-f-b-I cops, you niggas don't like my
I tell them niggas suck a dirty dick gonorrhea on the tip
I'm getting money courtesy of your
it's the Army Of The Pharaohs, we hood American Idols
You don't like us? You can suck my
I got a rope 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 weeded to lose it so be hot
They just fiending to be the conceited team on the top
I'm leaning to be the most meanest as and Pac
Man these is dreaming [? ] for their spot
easy to see they just want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, smoking weed in [? ]
And fall dummy to that casket 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 block? That's logical, my is phenomenal
I put a couple dots on your block dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my and them
I keep four in the tuck like Steve and them
my track, a diss like that
Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss Shaq

5: Planetary]
I'm from county, the killers they all surround me
I'm losing my nigga slowly Poppa 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 something
The Sacraments made for the sacrificial
The of rap bristle to sacramental
My rap essentials is murder tracks and
Gat utensils is only for niggas acting simple
My syllable slice niggas like a
You killable right? I spit bars a barbarian

[Verse 6: 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 where they rob cool kids
And I can't wear skinny jeans cause my 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 quarters
What's rap? I bump Foghat and Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm at the bitch
baffled how he spent a thousand on the kicks
I get thousands to spit, fuck all the drama shit
I don't statements, get bank statements and deposit slips
And always gonna be this way
C-notes like hall in tenth grade
To this day I fuck and get paid
What's piff? I got the green monster Fenway