Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back the dead
Like Michael in red jackets, with naps 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 room's 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
the thought can occur to you
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like
With dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not no crosses
Might a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I gotta do
Fightin' I'm trying 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 back
They love to black nigga count stacks, count stacks

Forty thousand in my (you see it)
twenty on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a for a dollar (you see it, uh)
hundred for the Jays (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 price on my (you see it)
But they don't have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and yeah I
'Cause heaven seems a 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 your fake wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey

Omission's usually, an to guilt
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the
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 feminines
Bitch nigga when never relate
Nah, man you niggas is birds
You learn that at school, or somethin'
You that 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 pronounce my name
And me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches

Forty thousand in my (you see it)
twenty 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 don't have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell on my knees and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a million miles
I dreamed of all the things that I say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen
Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey