Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, from the dead
Like Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and with these square rappers
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air
No time for shopping, too busy burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm to murder you
the thought can occur to you
My next flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible
Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm by double digits
I gotta do
depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd back
love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks

Forty in my pocket (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 I'd never see the day (you see it, ay)
They put a on my head (you see it)
But they ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and yeah I
'Cause heaven a million miles away
I of all the things that I would say
On day
But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
I get out of kitchen, hells 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 mention you lames, man I be the fifth
There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a
Kiss of death, let's put the all to tedious bits
Fucks you niggas emanate a feminines traits
nigga when could never relate
Nah, cause man you is birds
You learn at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that bird food, or
You sick with bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that pronounce my name
And me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, somethin' for the bitches

Forty thousand in my (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 thought I'd see the day (you see it, ay)
They put a price on my (You see it)
But they don't ever to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell on my knees 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 cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
Tell my I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and your well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey