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 white or black, it's a package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and with these square rappers
My guest got plantinum 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 album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible
Born Sinner, not no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm by double digits
I do somethin'
depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on thousand sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count

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 price on my (you see it)
But don't ever have 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 things that I say
On day
But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey

Omission's usually, an to guilt
Hari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no
Zip, zero,
We don't mention you lames, man I be the fifth
a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a traits
Bitch when could never relate
Nah, cause man you is birds
You learn that at bird school, or
You eaten bird food, or somethin'
You sick with bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, every where I turn
folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something this game
It's for the bitches, it's 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 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 seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things I would 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 kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey