Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

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

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun you to the crucifix
I new improved man I'm true to this
Ain't you can do to this
beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get high as a nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
go drop a bug in that
Post up where the is at
Yeah where the lovin at
My computer is on high octane
Ripping a rocket man
Block it try to it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a in a watermelon
the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to
Fillmore rap academy, right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major
Charge just a battery, for assault and battery
just like a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang that Oakland my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the filmed Mack'
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this
All angles spittin it so niggas get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that on your eyeball like 'What the fuck 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 these 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 promise a harness, to be taken the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
out of court doin major bragging

Bruce Lee like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some sagging
Freak can bump hard in the station
Hot and ready
Garlic bread with the
Do it like Bo-Bo, a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some might its imaginary
In the rap game I popped the cherry
What you gotta say that
Keep it live a 45 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya me
it, load me up and then cock me back
Then come back with the counter rap
He's raps till he collapse
Or at least until his plate crack

(Saafir)
I one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the town that 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 that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I ain't one of these bitch ass
that ain't from the town spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him a little 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 Hell's
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't
He tryna shine like stadium I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas like you, I'm the
Only I don't drink much
And mothafuckas get touched
That think I give a tryna get money
but if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your ass under the Astroturf of shit
Crack that Halloween mask
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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