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 with some real Nickatine man...

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

(Saafir)
I bang that West my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the shop where the filmed 'The Mack'
I got them rules 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 your 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 holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big mothafucka I been 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be the farthest from this life
and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on this mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin bragging

Lee down like danger dragon
Blue jeans doin major sagging
Freak can bump in the station wagon
Hot and ready
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods like legendary
might think its imaginary
In the rap game 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 me back
Then come right back the counter rap
He's bustin raps till he
Or at least his chest plate crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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