Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My of work is considered by some 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 here with some Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the would spit
gotta 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
Instead we get high as a 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
mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer brain is on octane
like a rocket man
Block it try to it man
You'll end up in my man
like a bullet or watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, talk a salary
Charge just a battery, for assault and battery
Dead like a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang West Oakland my colors the silver and black
nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed "The Mack"
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in game
All spittin it so niggas don't get it confused 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 holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small Bull pit cigarettes
I a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
out of court doin major bragging
Bruce Lee down like dangerous
Blue doin some major sagging
speakers bump hard in the wagon
Hot and ready
bread with the spaghetti
Do it Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
fo-fo, Times fo-fo
Write to the like it's legendary
Some might think its
In the rap game freak I the cherry
you gotta say about that
Kick it live like a 45 number 2
my soul away, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, me up and then cock me back
come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin till he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

(Saafir)
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 I'ma hip all my niggas 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 ain't one of these bitch ass
ain't 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 tryna be hot that fire 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 guns ain't
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice
With some heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna a star that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas like you, I'm the
Only difference I don't drink
And mothafuckas get deeply
That think I give a fuck get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump your off
your ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that Halloween mask
and your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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