Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back from the
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare
Get smacked if you said I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for shopping, too busy burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to you
Sure the can occur to you
My album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible
Born Sinner, not no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double
I do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on thousand sheets
I reak of the of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce
They love to black nigga count stacks, count stacks

thousand in my pocket (you see it)
Another on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a for a dollar (you see it, uh)
Five for the Jays (you see it, ay)
I get out the ass (you see it)
I I'd never see the day (you see it, ay)
put a price on my head (you see it)
But don't ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and yeah I
'Cause heaven a million miles away
I of all the things that I would say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey

Omission's usually, an to guilt
Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no
Zip, zero,
We don't you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
There's a Judas in every crew, in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious
Fucks sake you emanate a feminines traits
nigga when could never relate
Nah, man you niggas is birds
You learn at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that food, or somethin'
You sick with bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my
And me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's for the bitches

Forty in my pocket (you see it)
Another on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a fish for a (you see it, uh)
hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay)
I get out the ass (you see it)
I I'd never see the day (you see it, ay)
put a price on my head (You see it)
But they ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and I prayed
'Cause heaven a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey