Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My line of work is considered by to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta 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
gotta nail you to the
I new improved man I'm true to this
nothin you can do to this
Chicken head, mislead, caught a to the head
we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who that
Gotta go drop a bug in
Post up where the is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My brain is on high octane
Ripping a rocket man
Block it try to it man
You'll end up in my man
like a bullet or watermelon
What's the CD you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at sanity
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, this major battery

(Saafir)
I that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this
All angles it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball "What the fuck you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off
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, this American green
Niggas '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)
out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like dragon
jeans doin some major sagging
speakers hard in the station wagon
Hot and ready
Garlic bread with the
Do it Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
fo-fo, Times fo-fo
Write to the gods like legendary
might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you say about that
Kick it live 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 that 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 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 ain't one of these bitch ass
that from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be hot ain't fire that you spittin
haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I know at his next show be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights leave this nigga ice dripping
some 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 niggas you, I'm the epitome
difference I don't drink much
And get deeply touched
That I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll your face off
Have your ass under the 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..."