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 white or black, it's a package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square
My guest got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too burnin' you
you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm to murder you
Sure the can occur to you
My next flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
tops dropped on convertible Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no
burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my
But everytime I think it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on dollar sheets
I of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black 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)
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)
put a price 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 seems a million away
I of all the things that I would say
On day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells
Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey

Omission's usually, an admission to
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the
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, let's put the rest all to bits
Fucks you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could never
Nah, cause man you is birds
You that at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that food, or somethin'
You sick with that bird flu, or
That's my word, every where I turn
When folks I for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
And me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches

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)
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 ever to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell down on my and yeah I prayed
heaven seems a million miles away
I of all the things 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, kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey