Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen

"My of work is considered by some to be a...
a tumor on society, be 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 real Nickatine man...

(Andre Nickatina)
the gat would hit, then the rhyme would spit
gotta nail you to the
I ain't new improved man I'm true to
nothin you can do to this
Chicken head, mislead, caught a shot to the
we get high as a mothafuckin 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
mothafucka where the lovin at
My computer is on high octane
like a rocket man
Block it try to it man
You'll end up in my man
Bust like a or watermelon
What's the CD there selling
not be mine or mothafucka you gon' start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your
and artillery, talk a major salary
Charge just like a battery, for and battery
Dead like a battery, from this major battery

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

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of court doin major
Bruce Lee down like dangerous
Blue jeans doin some major
speakers bump hard in the wagon
Hot and ready
Garlic bread the spaghetti
Do it like Bo-Bo, with a
Times fo-fo, fo-fo
Write to the gods like legendary
Some think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the
What you gotta say that
it live like a 45 number 2 pencil
give my soul away, for the perfect instrumental, ya feel me
it, load me up and then cock me back
Then come back with the counter rap
He's bustin raps he collapse
Or at least until his chest crack

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

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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