Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My line of work is by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. there are benign tumors,
and are others, that are very 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, then the would spit
nail you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm to this
Ain't you can do to this
Chicken head, mislead, a shot to the head
Instead we get as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go a bug in that
Post up the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My computer is on high octane
Ripping a rocket man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust like a or watermelon
What's the CD you're selling
not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
Ammo and artillery, talk a salary
Charge just like a battery, for and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this battery

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

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

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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