Luyện nghe bài hát Cookin' Keys

[Verse 1: Nixon]
I'm in the kitchen up bananas
Cameras on the roofs with the police
By any I'm a get these papers
Ride with a or catch these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool water with on
Got beef with a nigga, save that for another
Paz on point so he putting his on
Steez still the same, get you murked by a gutter
Head in the streets cause the whip is
Benz stretched out feel like a spaceship
Cheques ain't clear, I'm hitting y'all the facts
If the cheque came I'd hit your mom and a cap
Got the on smash, key notes on wax
Hundred pack on iTunes trying to make back
Yeah, the key's and the bricks is stovetop
It's Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on your whole

[Verse 2: Des
Yeah, in the coldest winter, live and I die a sinner
And while I'm here I'm hustling, get paper with my
Last of a dying breed, clique in your section
Before I leave my rest, my wiz, load my weapon
Yeah that's my hand man, that fifty cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain't alone
catch a nigga slipping, won't catch a nigga dipping
Cause I done my high, you out your mind tripping
you can come and try, won't be the smartest move
My bitch [? ] the hammer, make it do what it do
Hustler, a son of one, I'm a son of one
My money it got right, me another gun

3: Crypt The Warchild]
These punk get the bozak the gas face
I like Earnhardt in his last race
This last lap in game, I'm a hit the throttle
Syze, we celebrate new life, hit bottle
Plan, I think the situation's hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail
Scary how niggas turn Judas, no
I it back to 5-6 when it was only us
Snakes in the grass in the killing field
So I through them by sitting in a bigger wheel
a small time hustler, I'm a bigger deal
And that shit you spit will be the shit get you killed
Ready for war, I'm in it for the haul
Throwing a sidearm
Yeah, holding my with my pipes drawn
I kill when this mic's on, believe it

Yo f-u-c-k-f-b-I cops, you niggas like my shit
I tell them niggas a dirty dick with gonorrhea on the tip
I'm getting money courtesy of your
Nigga it's the Army Of The Pharaohs, we American Idols
You like us? You can suck my dick
I got a long rope and an oxy if you suicidal
See window? Hop out that bitch

[Verse 4:
Nigga think you can ease it be it but see me not
I'm too heated and weeded to lose it so be hot
They fiending to be the most conceited team on the top
I'm leaning to be the most meanest as and Pac
Man these demons is [? ] for their spot
It's easy to see they want to be me cause I'm hot
So fuck my theme and my plot, smoking in your [? ]
And dummy to that casket cause they eat at you pop
You can believe it or not, I sold weed to a cop
Caught a case, banged it and ran back to the fiends on my
Fiends on my That's logical, my flow is phenomenal
I put a dots on your block like dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my and them
I keep four nines in the like Steve and them
This my track, a diss that
Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like

[Verse 5:
I'm from county, the killers they all surround me
I'm losing my nigga slowly Poppa Large make him of me
If you see Nemi tell your people to see me
I'm here for the take and holding these streets down, me
My Balo, I know your halo is platinum
I'm a see you at the gates, I'll be rocking ravishing
The Seven Sacraments made for the
The baptismal of rap bristle to
My rap essentials is murder tracks and
Gat utensils is only for niggas acting simple
My slice niggas like a caesarean
You killable I spit bars like a barbarian

[Verse 6: Reef The Lost
I never thought I'd see the day hip hop give birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and Urkel glasses, I'm from a hood where rob cool kids
And I can't skinny jeans cause my Glock's too big
Yeah, I got the wildest style, bears a childish smile
Beat you with in a sock, you a Private Pyle
I'm fear order from onions I peel quarters
What's rap? I Foghat and Creedence Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I'm at the bitch
Haters how he spent a thousand on the kicks
I get thousands just to spit, fuck all the drama
I make statements, get bank statements and deposit slips
And it's always gonna be way
C-notes study hall in tenth grade
To this day I fuck bitches and get
What's piff? I got the green monster like