Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of 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 real man...

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

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

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court major bragging

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

(Saafir)
I ain't one of these bitch ass
that ain't 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 that ain't fire that you spittin
haze a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of 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 tryna be that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get and burnt
and baked the up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his ain't clicking
He tryna shine like stadium lights leave this nigga ice dripping
With some heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
It's not hard, you can on me,
Serving niggas you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I drink much
And mothafuckas get touched
think I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll your face off
Have your ass under the of some shit
Crack that weak Halloween
and stab ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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