Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my
Who's white or black, it's a package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with square rappers
My guest room's got plaques, and an air mattress
No for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm to murder you
the thought can occur to you
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like
tops dropped 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 about it I'm my nigga
Cried myself to on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's
I'm playing for keeps, but you think I'd bounce back
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 I'd never see the day (you see it, ay)
They put a on my head (you see it)
But they don't ever to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my and yeah I prayed
heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the 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, hells
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll
Cooking up in kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake 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 you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch when could never relate
Nah, cause man you is birds
You learn that at school, or somethin'
You that bird food, or somethin'
You sick that bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this
somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches

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)
hundred 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 price on my (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, kitchen
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
Tell my story I'm just hopin' listen
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga you and your fake well wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells kitchen, one day, hey