Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My line of work is considered by 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 some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would
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 shot to the
Instead we get as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go drop a bug in
up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My computer brain is on octane
like a rocket man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet or
the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin at your sanity
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major

(Saafir)
I that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the shop where the filmed "The Mack"
I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like "What the fuck you at?"
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship
Ammunition and big mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the on American soil, gettin this American 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 on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging
Bruce Lee like dangerous dragon
Blue jeans some major sagging
speakers bump hard in the wagon
Hot and ready
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, a fo-fo
Times fo-fo, fo-fo
Write to the gods like it's
Some might its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you gotta say that
it live like a 45 number 2 pencil
give my soul away, for the perfect instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and cock me back
Then come right back 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 that spit 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 fire that you
Purple haze a crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that spit 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 that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma this nigga ice dripping
some real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I 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 weak Halloween mask
and stab ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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