Luyện nghe bài hát Hells Kitchen

World, DJ Khaled!

Yeah, back the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my
Who's white or black, a rare package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these 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
Sure the thought can to you
My next album flop, then I'm pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible
Born Sinner, not burning no
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double
I do somethin'
depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my
Cried 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 back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, 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)
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 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 cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
Now get out of kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just they'll listen
up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing
I get out of kitchen, hells 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 sake you emanate a feminines traits
nigga when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is
You that at bird school, or somethin'
You that bird food, or somethin'
You sick that bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, cause where I turn
When folks I known for years, that pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's 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 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 price on my (You see it)
But they ever have to pay (you see it, ay)
I fell on my knees and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a million miles
I of all the things that I would say
On day
But for now I'm up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well
Now get out of hells kitchen, kitchen
Tell my story I'm hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, kitchen, one day, hey