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
Mothafucka in here some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, the rhyme would spit
nail you to the crucifix
I new improved man I'm true to this
nothin 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 plugging that, who that
Gotta go drop a bug in
up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My computer brain is on high
Ripping like a man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a bullet or
the CD there you're selling
Better not be or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
Ammo and artillery, talk a major
Charge just like a battery, for assault and
Dead just like a battery, this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused 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 and saucy off smack
I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be the farthest from this life
and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

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

(Saafir)
I ain't one of bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit 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 haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I one of these bitch ass niggas
ain't from the town that 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 fire that you spittin
Purple haze a crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Kitchen
I know at his next show be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With real heat star 6-70
For a ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving like you, I'm the epitome
Only I don't drink much
And mothafuckas get touched
That think I give a fuck get money
but shit if you get hit I'll dump your face off
your ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that weak mask
and stab ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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