Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, 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 for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm to murder you
Sure the thought can to you
My next flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible
Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I gotta do
depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my
Cried myself to sleep on dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce
They to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks

Forty 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 ever to pay (you see it, ay)
I down on my knees and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a million miles
I dreamed of all the that 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
Tell my story I'm just hopin' 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 yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no
Zip, zero,
We don't you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
There's a Judas in crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines
Bitch when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is
You that at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that bird food, or
You with that bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, somethin' for the bitches

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 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)
They put a price on my (You see it)
But they don't have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and yeah I
heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the that I would say
On day
But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' listen
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey