Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My line of work is by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. there are benign 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 new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't nothin you can do to
Chicken head, mislead, a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who that
Gotta go a bug in that
Post up where the is at
Yeah where the lovin at
My computer brain is on high
Ripping like a man
Block it try to it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a or watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, a major salary
just like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead like 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 spittin 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?"
I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been these championship rings
Ammunition and big mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small Bull pit cigarettes
I a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major
Bruce Lee like dangerous dragon
Blue doin some major sagging
speakers bump in the station 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 legendary
might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the
What you gotta say about
Kick it live like a 45 number 2
my soul away, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then me back
Then come back with the counter rap
bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least his chest 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 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 baked the fuck up in Hell's
I one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the 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 fire that you
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the fuck up in Kitchen
I know at his next he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights leave this nigga ice dripping
With some heat star 6-70
For a ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink
And mothafuckas get touched
That think I give a fuck tryna get
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your off
Have ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that weak Halloween
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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