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 or black, it's a rare package
Get if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too busy you
Watching you, you
to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the can occur to you
My next flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double
I gotta do
Fightin' depression I'm my nigga
But everytime I about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce
They love to hear nigga count stacks, count stacks

thousand in my pocket (you see it)
Another on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a for a dollar (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 a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things I would 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 hells kitchen, hells
Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and fake well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells 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 crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to bits
sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga could never relate
Nah, cause man you is birds
You learn that at bird school, or
You that bird food, or somethin'
You sick with that bird flu, or
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 bout this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the

Forty thousand in my (you see it)
twenty on the way (you see it, ay)
I got a for a dollar (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 they ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a million 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 hells kitchen, hells
my story I'm just 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