Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back the dead
Like Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with square rappers
My guest room's got plaques, and an air mattress
No time for shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, you
to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can to you
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like
With dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no
Might burn a bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm my nigga
But I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce
They to hear black nigga count stacks, count 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 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 fell down on my knees and I prayed
'Cause heaven a million miles away
I dreamed of all the that I would say
On day
But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my I'm just hopin' they'll listen
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your 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
There's a Judas in every crew, in a kiss
Kiss of death, put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a traits
Bitch nigga when could never
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'
my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I 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 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 on my head (You see it)
But they ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a 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 you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey