Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of work is by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
and are others, that 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 nailed you to the
I ain't new improved man I'm to this
Ain't nothin you can do to
beg, mislead, caught a shot to the head
Instead we get as a mothafuckin nigga yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who Thuggin
Gotta go drop a bug in
Post up where the is at
Yeah where the lovin at
My computer is on high octane
Ripping a rocket man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a in a watermelon
the CD there you're selling
Better not be or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a major
just like a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West my colors the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the barber shop where the 'The 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 blackness on your eyeball 'What the fuck you lookin at?'
Then I got to remember, I'm and sacked and saucy off smack
I ain't no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I a hospital 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 down like dragon
Blue jeans some major sagging
can bump hard 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 it's
Some might think its
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you say about that
it live a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the perfect instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, load me up and then me back
Then right back with the counter rap
He's raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest plate

(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 little then I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about tryna be high ain't fire that you spittin
Purple a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and the fuck up in Hell's Kitchen
I ain't one of these bitch ass
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 fire that you spittin
Purple a fake crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the fuck up in Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine like lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With some heat star 6-70
For a ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
It's not hard, you can on me,
Serving niggas you, I'm the epitome
Only I don't drink much
And mothafuckas get deeply
That think I give a fuck tryna get
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...'