Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

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

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 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 down on my knees and yeah I
'Cause heaven seems a million miles
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 your fake well
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells 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 Kari yourself, all the way to the
You get nothin', no
Zip, zero,
We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the
There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a
Kiss of death, put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could never
Nah, cause man you is birds
You learn at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten bird food, or somethin'
You sick with that flu, or somethin'
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn't my name
And asking me for pics, there's something this 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 on my head (You see it)
But they don't ever to pay (you see it, ay)
I down on my knees and yeah I prayed
heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the that I would say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
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, kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey