Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with in my head
Who's or black, it's a rare package
Get smacked if you said that I'm and neck with these square rappers
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air
No for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm to murder you
Sure the thought can to you
My next album flop, then I'm pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible
Born Sinner, not no crosses
Might burn a bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I do somethin'
Fightin' I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on dollar sheets
I of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, stacks

Forty in my pocket (you see it)
twenty on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a for a dollar (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)
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
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
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 mention you lames, man I be the fifth
There's a Judas in crew, concealed in a kiss
of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a traits
Bitch nigga when never relate
Nah, man you niggas is birds
You learn that at school, or somethin'
You eaten bird food, or somethin'
You sick that bird flu, or somethin'
my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn't my name
And me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, somethin' for the bitches

Forty in my pocket (you see it)
twenty 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)
They put a on my head (You see it)
But they don't ever to pay (you see it, ay)
I down on my knees and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a million away
I dreamed of all the things I would say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey