Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My of work is considered by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be 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 rhyme would
Gun you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm to this
Ain't you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a to the head
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
Gotta go drop a bug in
up where the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka where the at
My computer brain is on high
Ripping a rocket man
Block it try to it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a bullet in a
the CD there you're selling
Better not be or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major
just like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my colors the and black
Raider nigga got his stripes the barber shop where the filmed 'The Mack'
I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All angles spittin it so don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that on your eyeball like 'What the fuck you lookin at?'
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, this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging

Bruce Lee down like danger
jeans doin some major sagging
Freak can bump in the station wagon
Hot and ready
Garlic bread the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods like 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
Check it, load me up and cock me back
come right back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he
Or at least his chest plate crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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