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, are very 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
gotta you to the crucifix
I ain't new 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 that
Gotta go a bug in that
up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My brain is on high octane
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 you're
Better not be or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin at your sanity
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 that West my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his 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 spittin it so 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 off smack
Bitch I no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the on American soil, gettin this American green
hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major
Bruce Lee down like dangerous
Blue jeans doin major sagging
speakers hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
fo-fo, Times fo-fo
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some might its imaginary
In the rap game I popped the cherry
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 with the counter rap
bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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