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, that are malignant..."

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

(Andre Nickatina)
the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
gotta nail you to the
I ain't new improved man I'm true to
Ain't you can do to this
Chicken head, mislead, a shot 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
Yeah where the lovin at
My computer brain is on octane
Ripping like a man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a bullet or
What's the CD there you're
not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge just a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, this major battery

(Saafir)
I that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this
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?"
I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship
Ammunition and big mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major
Bruce Lee down dangerous dragon
jeans doin some major sagging
speakers bump in the station wagon
Hot heavy and
bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Times fo-fo, fo-fo
Write to the gods it's legendary
might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you gotta say that
Kick it like a 45 number 2 pencil
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 till he collapse
Or at until his chest might crack

(Saafir)
I ain't one of these ass niggas
that from the town that 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 be hot that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake get cooked and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these ass niggas
that ain't 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 tryna be hot that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real 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 don't much
And mothafuckas get deeply
That think I give a fuck get money
but if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your ass under the Astroturf of some
Crack that weak Halloween
and your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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