Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My of work is considered by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are 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, then the would spit
gotta 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 high as a mothafuckin yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
go drop a bug in that
Post up the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My computer brain is on octane
Ripping like a man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust a bullet or watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
Ammo and artillery, a major salary
Charge just a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major

(Saafir)
I bang that Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the "The Mack"
Nigga I got them on my shirt 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 like "What the fuck you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been these championship rings
Ammunition and big 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 promise a hospital harness, to be taken the from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like dangerous
Blue doin some major sagging
speakers bump hard in the wagon
Hot heavy and
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Times fo-fo, fo-fo
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some think its imaginary
In the rap freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say that
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 cock me
Then right back with the counter rap
bustin raps till he collapse
Or at until his chest might crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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