Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My line of work is by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta are benign tumors,
and there are others, are very malignant..."

(Saafir)
Ay-ay, (Saaf Bizzle)
Ay-ay, (Saaf Bizzle, Nickatina) Yo
in here with some real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme spit
gotta you to the crucifix
I ain't new man I'm true to this
Ain't you can do to this
Chicken head, mislead, caught a shot to the
Instead we get high as a mothafuckin yeah wit no dreads, no dreads
I get to plugging that, who that
Gotta go a bug in that
Post up where the is at
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My computer brain is on high
like a rocket man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust like a bullet or
the CD there you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, right at your sanity
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge just a battery, for assault and battery
Dead just like a battery, from this major

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

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of doin major bragging
Lee down like dangerous dragon
Blue jeans doin some sagging
speakers bump in the station wagon
Hot heavy and
bread with the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Times fo-fo, Times
to the gods like it's legendary
Some might its imaginary
In the rap game freak I the cherry
you gotta say about that
Kick it live like a 45 number 2
give my soul away, for the perfect gangsta instrumental, ya me
Check it, load me up and then me back
Then come right back the counter rap
He's raps till he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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