Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My of work is considered by some to be a...
a on society, be careful Mr. Magenta 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 with some real man...

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

(Saafir)
I bang that Oakland my colors the silver and black
nigga got his stripes 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 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?"
I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship
and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this green
hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small 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 major bragging
Bruce Lee like dangerous dragon
Blue doin some major sagging
speakers bump hard in the station
Hot and ready
Garlic bread with the
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Times fo-fo, Times
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you gotta say that
Kick it live like a 45 2 pencil
give my soul away, for the gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, me up and then cock me back
Then come right back the counter rap
He's bustin till he collapse
Or at least until his might crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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