Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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