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 are others, that are very malignant...'

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

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

(Saafir)
I bang West Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his from the barber shop where the filmed 'The Mack'
Nigga I got rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused 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 sacked and off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I been these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces I been 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this green
hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major

Bruce Lee like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some sagging
Freak can bump hard in the station
Hot heavy and
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Ty fo-fo, Ty
to the gods like it's legendary
Some think its imaginary
In the rap freak I popped the cherry
What you say about that
Keep it live a 45 number 2
Get my wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
it, load me up and then cock me back
Then right back with the counter rap
He's bustin till he collapse
Or at until his chest plate crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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