Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back from the
Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare
Get smacked if you that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm to murder you
Sure the can occur to you
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like
With dropped on convertible Porsches
Sinner, not burning 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 cryin' my
Cried to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's
I'm playing for keeps, but you think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, stacks

Forty thousand in my (you see it)
Another on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a fish for a (you see it, uh)
Five hundred for the (you see it, ay)
I get out the ass (you see it)
I thought I'd see the day (you see it, ay)
They put a on my head (you see it)
But don't ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my and yeah I prayed
'Cause seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the that I would say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey

Omission's usually, an admission to
Hari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no
Zip, zero,
We mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to bits
Fucks sake you niggas a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is
You learn that at school, or somethin'
You that bird food, or somethin'
You sick with bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, cause every I turn
When I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout game
It's somethin' for the bitches, somethin' for the bitches

thousand in my pocket (you see it)
Another on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a fish for a (you see it, uh)
Five hundred for the (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 on my knees and yeah I prayed
'Cause seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey