Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of work is considered by to be a...
a on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there 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 some real man...

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

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my colors the 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 angles it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on eyeball like 'What the fuck you lookin at?'
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and off smack
Bitch I no contender, I been holding these championship rings
and big faces mothafucka I been 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the turf on American soil, this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the from this life
and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging

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

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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