Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back from the
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my
Who's white or black, it's a rare
Get smacked if you said I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room's got plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too busy you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to you
Sure the thought can to you
My next album flop, I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm 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 on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, stacks

Forty thousand in my (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 don't ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a miles 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 your fake wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, 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 you lames, man I be pleadin' 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 feminines
Bitch nigga when never relate
Nah, cause man you 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, couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout game
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the

Forty in my pocket (you see it)
twenty 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 I'd never 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 a million miles 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 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 wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey