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 or black, it's a rare package
Get smacked if you that 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 burnin' you
Watching you, you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to you
Sure the can occur to you
My album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not no crosses
burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I do somethin'
Fightin' I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta deep
I'm for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, 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)
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 they don't have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell on my knees and yeah I prayed
'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
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and 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
There's a Judas in crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas a feminines traits
Bitch when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is
You learn that at bird school, or
You eaten bird food, or somethin'
You sick with bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, cause every I turn
When folks I known for years, couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this
somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches

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 hundred for the (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 ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a miles away
I of all the things that I would say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey