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 real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun nailed you to the
I new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the
Instead we get as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to that, who Thuggin that
Gotta go a bug in that
up where the drugs is at
Yeah where the lovin at
My brain is on high octane
Ripping like a man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust a bullet in a watermelon
What's the CD you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at 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 my colors the silver and black
Raider 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 angles spittin it so niggas get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like 'What the fuck you lookin
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and 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 green
Niggas '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 doin major bragging

Lee down like danger dragon
Blue doin some major sagging
Freak can hard in the station wagon
Hot heavy and
bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty
to the gods like it's legendary
Some think its imaginary
In the rap game I popped the cherry
you gotta say about that
Keep it live a 45 number 2
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya 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 least his chest plate crack

(Saafir)
I ain't one of these ass niggas
that ain't from the 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 tryna be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these bitch ass
that ain't from the town that spit what he do
But I'ma let him bumble a more then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his ain't clicking
He shine like stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
some real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I drink much
And mothafuckas get touched
That think I give a fuck tryna get
but shit if you get hit I'll dump your face 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 the assignment, beautiful, excellent work, great work...'