Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

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

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)
They put a price on my (you see it)
But don't ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my 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 up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen
Nigga fuck you and 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
There's a Judas in every crew, in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to bits
Fucks sake you emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could relate
Nah, man you niggas is birds
You learn that at bird school, or
You eaten that food, or somethin'
You with that bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, cause where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn't my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this
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)
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)
put a price 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 million away
I dreamed of all the things that I say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
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 fuck you and your fake wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey