Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, from 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 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 to murder you
the thought can occur to you
My next album flop, I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double
I do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my
But I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce
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 fish for a (you see it, uh)
Five 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)
They put a on my head (you see it)
But they don't have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my knees and I prayed
'Cause seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things 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, hells
my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey

Omission's usually, an to guilt
Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no
Zip, zero,
We mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the all to tedious bits
Fucks you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is
You learn at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that bird food, or
You sick with that bird flu, or
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I known for years, couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, something bout this game
It's for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches

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)
Five 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)
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
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 kitchen, hells kitchen
fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey