Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My of work is considered 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
Mothafucka in with some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat hit, then the rhyme would spit
nail you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm to this
Ain't nothin you can do to
Chicken head, mislead, caught a to the head
we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go drop a bug in
Post up where the is at
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My brain is on high octane
Ripping a rocket man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
like a bullet or watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, talk a salary
just like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my colors the silver and
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber 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 like "What the you lookin at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and and saucy off smack
Bitch I no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like dragon
jeans doin some major sagging
speakers bump hard in the station
Hot and ready
bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Times fo-fo, fo-fo
Write to the gods like it's
Some think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
you gotta say about that
Kick it like a 45 number 2 pencil
give my away, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then me back
Then come back with the counter rap
He's raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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