Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of work is considered by 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 hit, then the rhyme would spit
Gun you to the crucifix
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 a bug in that
Post up the drugs is at
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My brain is on high octane
Ripping like a man
it try to stop it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a bullet in a
What's the CD there you're
Better not be mine or mothafucka you start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
Ammo and artillery, a major salary
Charge just like a battery, for assault and
Dead just like a battery, this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang that West Oakland my the silver and black
Raider nigga got his stripes from the shop where the filmed 'The Mack'
Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm in this game
All angles it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
Let me tap that blackness on your eyeball like 'What the you lookin at?'
Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and off smack
Bitch I ain't no contender, I holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
Niggas 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf Bull pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be taken the farthest from this
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
out of court doin major bragging

Bruce Lee down danger dragon
Blue jeans doin some major
can bump hard in the station wagon
Hot and ready
Garlic with the spaghetti
Do it Bo-Bo, with a fo-fo
Ty fo-fo, Ty
Write to the gods it's legendary
Some might think its
In the rap game freak I the cherry
What you gotta say about
Keep it a 45 number 2 pencil
Get my solo wave, for the gangsta instrumental, ya feel me
Check it, me up and then cock me back
Then right back with the counter rap
He's bustin 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 spit what he do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more then hip all my niggas to you
You lyin about be high that ain't fire that you spittin
Purple haze a fake crook get cooked and
and baked the fuck up in Hell's
I ain't one of these 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 tryna be high that fire that you spittin
Purple haze a crook get cooked and burnt
and baked the up in Hell's Kitchen
I know at his next show he'll be slipping, 'cause his guns ain't
He tryna shine like stadium lights I'ma this nigga ice dripping
With some real heat 6-70
For a bitch ass nigga that wanna become a star that's heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving niggas you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I drink much
And mothafuckas get deeply
That think I give a fuck get money
but shit if you gotta get hit I'll dump face off
Have your ass under the Astroturf of some
Crack weak Halloween mask
and stab ass in a pumpkin, I'm dumping

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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