Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My of work is considered by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are tumors,
and are others, that are very 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 rhyme would
Gun nailed you to the
I ain't new man I'm true to this
nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who that
Gotta go drop a bug in
up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My computer brain is on high
Ripping like a man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
like a bullet in a watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major
Charge just like a battery, for assault and
Dead like a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber where the filmed 'The Mack'
Nigga I got them on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas 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 these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been
Niggas on the on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the from this life
and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court major bragging

Bruce Lee down like dragon
Blue doin some major sagging
Freak can bump hard in the wagon
Hot heavy and
Garlic bread the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some might think its
In the rap game freak I popped the
What you gotta say that
Keep it live a 45 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya me
Check it, load me up and then me back
Then come right back the counter rap
He's raps till he collapse
Or at least until his plate crack

(Saafir)
I ain't one of these ass niggas
that ain't from the town that what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these ass niggas
that ain't from the town that 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 high ain't fire that you spittin
haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma leave nigga ice dripping
With some heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas like you, I'm the
Only difference I drink much
And mothafuckas get deeply
That think I give a tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit dump your face off
your ass under the Astroturf of some shit
Crack that weak mask
and your ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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