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 there are tumors,
and there are others, are very malignant..."

(Saafir)
Ay-ay, (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay-ay, (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
in here with some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme spit
gotta nail you to the
I ain't new improved man I'm true to
Ain't nothin you can do to
Chicken head, mislead, caught a shot to the
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
Gotta go drop a bug in
Post up where the is at
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My computer brain is on octane
Ripping a rocket 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 start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, talk a salary
Charge like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my the silver and black
Raider nigga got his from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas 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 and sacked 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 on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit
I a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like dragon
Blue doin some major sagging
speakers bump hard in the station
Hot heavy and
Garlic bread the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, a fo-fo
Times fo-fo, Times
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some might think its
In the rap freak I popped the cherry
you gotta say about that
Kick it live like a 45 number 2
give my soul away, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya me
Check it, load me up and then cock me
Then come right back with the rap
He's bustin raps till he
Or at least until his chest might

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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