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, 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, the rhyme would spit
nail you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm 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
go drop a bug in that
Post up where the is at
mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer is on high octane
Ripping like a man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust a bullet or watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin at your sanity
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge just 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 stripes from the shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my and I'm deep in this game
All angles it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that on your eyeball like "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 faces I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging
Lee down like dangerous dragon
Blue jeans doin some major
speakers bump hard in the wagon
Hot heavy and
Garlic bread with the
Do it Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Times fo-fo, Times
Write to the gods like it's
might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you say about that
it live like a 45 number 2 pencil
give my soul away, for the gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
it, load me up and then cock me back
Then right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he
Or at least until his chest crack

(Saafir)
I ain't one of bitch ass niggas
that from the town that spit 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 ain't fire that you spittin
Purple a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these ass niggas
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 fire you spittin
Purple haze a fake get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't
He tryna shine like stadium I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat star
For a bitch ass nigga 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 drink much
And get deeply touched
That I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your off
Have your ass the Astroturf 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..."