Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of 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 real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun nailed you to the
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 wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to that, who Thuggin that
go drop a bug in that
Post up where the is at
Yeah where 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 a bullet in a watermelon
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
Ammo and artillery, clock a major
Charge just like a battery, for assault and
Dead just like a battery, this major battery

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

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court major bragging

Bruce Lee down danger dragon
Blue doin some major sagging
Freak can bump in the station wagon
Hot heavy and
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods like legendary
Some might its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
you gotta 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 come right back with the rap
bustin raps till he collapse
Or at least his chest plate crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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