Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My of work is considered by some to be a...
a on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
and there are others, that are malignant..."

(Saafir)
Ay-ay, (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay-ay, (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
Mothafucka in here with some Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
gotta you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm true to
Ain't you can do to this
head, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
Gotta go drop a bug in
Post up the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My computer brain is on high
Ripping like a man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet or
What's the CD there selling
Better not be mine or you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at sanity
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge just a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my colors the and black
Raider nigga got his from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship
and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
Niggas 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging
Bruce Lee like dangerous dragon
Blue jeans doin major sagging
speakers bump hard in the station
Hot heavy and
Garlic bread the spaghetti
Do it Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Times fo-fo, fo-fo
Write to the like it's legendary
might think its imaginary
In the rap freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say about
Kick it live like a 45 number 2
give my soul away, for the gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
it, load me up and then cock me back
Then come right back with the rap
He's bustin till he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

(Saafir)
I one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be hot ain't fire that you spittin
haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit what he do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be hot that ain't fire that you
Purple a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave nigga ice dripping
With real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's
It's not hard, you can on me,
Serving like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't much
And mothafuckas get touched
That think I give a tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit dump your face off
Have ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that Halloween mask
and your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

"Finished with the assignment, beautiful, work, great work..."