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, that are malignant...'

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

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

(Saafir)
I that West Oakland my colors the silver and black
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 this
All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused 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 no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been
Niggas on the turf on soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
out of court doin major bragging

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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