Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My of work is considered by some to be a...
a on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
and there are others, that are 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 new improved man I'm true to this
nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a shot to the
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin nigga wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who that
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
end up in my pocket man
Bust like a in a watermelon
What's the CD there selling
Better not be mine or you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
Ammo and artillery, clock a salary
Charge like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this battery

(Saafir)
I bang that Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber where the filmed 'The Mack'
I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game
All spittin 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 saucy off
Bitch I ain't no contender, I holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces I been 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit
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

Bruce Lee down like dragon
Blue jeans 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 it's
Some think its imaginary
In the rap freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say that
Keep it live a 45 number 2
Get my solo wave, for the perfect instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then cock me
Then come right with the counter rap
He's raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

(Saafir)
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 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 and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of bitch ass niggas
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 about tryna 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 know at his show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat star
For a bitch ass 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 deeply
That I give a fuck tryna get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump face off
Have your ass under the 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...'