Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of work is by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta are benign tumors,
and there are others, are very malignant...'

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

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme spit
Gun nailed you to the
I ain't new man I'm true to this
Ain't nothin you can do to
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a to the head
Instead we get high as a nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
go drop a bug in that
Post up where the is at
mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer is on high octane
Ripping a rocket man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a bullet in a
What's the CD there selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major
Charge just like a battery, for assault and
Dead just like a battery, from this major

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my the silver and black
Raider got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed 'The Mack'
Nigga I got them on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your like 'What the fuck you lookin at?'
Then I got to remember, I'm and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the turf on American soil, this American green
Niggas hate I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest this life
and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging

Bruce Lee down like danger
Blue doin some major sagging
Freak can bump in the station wagon
Hot heavy and
Garlic bread with the
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods like legendary
Some might think its
In the rap game freak I popped the
What you gotta say about
it live a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and cock me back
Then come right back with the rap
He's bustin raps till he
Or at until his chest plate 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 then hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high that ain't that you spittin
Purple a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the up in Hell's Kitchen
I one of these bitch ass niggas
ain't from the town that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a crook get cooked and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's
It's not hard, you can on me,
Serving niggas you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't drink
And mothafuckas get deeply
That I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit dump your face off
Have your ass under the Astroturf of shit
Crack that Halloween mask
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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