Hells Kitchen (Explicit)
DJ Khaled"Hells Kitchen (Explicit)" adalah lagu oleh DJ Khaled, 2013, Pop. Durasi lagu 3:59, 90 lines / 638 words.
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0:10Cold war cold war cold war
0:21DJ Khaled
0:22Yeah back from the dead
0:23Like Michael Jackson in red jackets
0:25With naps in my head
0:26Who's white or black it's a rare package
0:28Get smacked if you said
0:29I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
0:31My guest room's got plantiunm plaques
0:32And an air mattress
0:33No time for furniture shoppping
0:35Too bussy burning you
0:36Watching you learning you
0:37Word to Pac
0:38I'm plotting to murder you
0:39Should of thought and occured to you
0:40My next album flop
0:41Then I'm goin pop like Nelly
0:43With tops dropped on convertible Porsches
0:45Born Sinner not burning no crosses
0:47Might burn a couple bridges
0:48I'm losing by double digits
0:49I gotta do somethin'
0:51Fightin' depression I'm trying my ni**a
0:53But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my ni**a
0:56Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
0:58I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
1:00I'm playing for keeps
1:02But you ain't think I'd bounce back
1:03They love to hear black ni**a count stacks count stacks
1:07Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
1:09Another twenty on the way you see it
1:12I got a fish for a dollar you see it
1:15Five hundred for the Js you see it
1:17I get money out the a** you see it
1:20I thought I'd never see the day you see it
1:23They put a price on my head you see it
1:26But they don't ever have to pay you see it
1:32I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
1:37Cause heaven seems a million miles away
1:43I dreamed of all the things that I would say
1:48On that day
1:50But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen
1:54Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
1:56Now get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen
1:59Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
2:01Cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen
2:05Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
2:07I get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen one day
2:13Yeah omission's usually an admission to guilt
2:17Hari Kari yourself all the way to the hilt
2:19You get nothin' no love
2:21Zip zero zilch
2:22We don't mention you lames
2:24Man I be pleadin' the fifth
2:25There's a Judas in every crew
2:27Concealing the kiss
2:28Kiss of death let's put the rest all to tedious bits
2:31Fick sake you ni**a seminate a feminate trate
2:34B**ch ni**a when could never relate
2:36Nah cause man you niggas is birds
2:39You learn that at bird school or somethin'
2:41You eaten that bird food or somethin'
2:43You sick with that bird flu or somethin'
2:44That's my word cause every where I turn
2:47When folks I known for years
2:48That couldn't pronounce my name
2:50And asking me for pics
2:51There's something bout this game
2:53It's somethin' for the b**ches
2:55It's somethin' for the b**ches
2:58Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
3:01Another twenty on the way you see it
3:04I got a fish for a dollar you see it
3:06Five hundred for the Js you see it
3:09I get money out the a** you see it
3:12I thought I'd never see the day you see it
3:15They put a price on my head you see it
3:17But they don't ever have to pay you see it
3:23I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
3:29Cause heaven seems a million miles away
3:34I dreamed of all the things that I would say
3:40On that day
3:41But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen
3:46Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
3:47Now get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen
3:51Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
3:53Cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen
3:57Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing
3:59I get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen one day
Cold war cold war cold war DJ Khaled Yeah back from the dead Like Michael Jackson in red jackets With naps in my head Who's white or black it's a rare package Get smacked if you said I'm neck and neck with these square rappers My guest room's got plantiunm plaques And an air mattress No time for furniture shoppping Too bussy burning you Watching you learning you Word to Pac I'm plotting to murder you Should of thought and occured to you My next album flop Then I'm goin pop like Nelly With tops dropped on convertible Porsches Born Sinner not burning no crosses Might burn a couple bridges I'm losing by double digits I gotta do somethin' Fightin' depression I'm trying my ni**a But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my ni**a Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep I'm playing for keeps But you ain't think I'd bounce back They love to hear black ni**a count stacks count stacks Forty thousand in my pocket you see it Another twenty on the way you see it I got a fish for a dollar you see it Five hundred for the Js you see it I get money out the a** you see it I thought I'd never see the day you see it They put a price on my head you see it But they don't ever have to pay you see it I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed Cause heaven seems a million miles away I dreamed of all the things that I would say On that day But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing Now get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing I get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen one day Yeah omission's usually an admission to guilt Hari Kari yourself all the way to the hilt You get nothin' no love Zip zero zilch We don't mention you lames Man I be pleadin' the fifth There's a Judas in every crew Concealing the kiss Kiss of death let's put the rest all to tedious bits Fick sake you ni**a seminate a feminate trate B**ch ni**a when could never relate Nah cause man you niggas is birds You learn that at bird school or somethin' You eaten that bird food or somethin' You sick with that bird flu or somethin' That's my word cause every where I turn When folks I known for years That couldn't pronounce my name And asking me for pics There's something bout this game It's somethin' for the b**ches It's somethin' for the b**ches Forty thousand in my pocket you see it Another twenty on the way you see it I got a fish for a dollar you see it Five hundred for the Js you see it I get money out the a** you see it I thought I'd never see the day you see it They put a price on my head you see it But they don't ever have to pay you see it I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed Cause heaven seems a million miles away I dreamed of all the things that I would say On that day But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing Now get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen Cooking up in hells kitchen hells kitchen Ni**a fick you and your fake well wishing I get out of hells kitchen hells kitchen one day
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