Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Kitchen - Andre Nickatina

'My line of work is considered by to be a...
a tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are tumors,
and there are others, that are malignant...'

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

(Andre Nickatina)
When the gat would hit, then the rhyme would
Gun you to the crucifix
I ain't new improved man I'm to this
nothin you can do to this
Chicken beg, mislead, caught a to the head
Instead we get 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
Yeah mothafucka the lovin at
My brain is on high octane
Ripping like a man
Block it try to it man
end up in my pocket man
Bust like a in a watermelon
What's the CD you're selling
Better not be mine or mothafucka you start to yelling
Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at sanity
Ammo and artillery, clock a salary
Charge just like a battery, for assault and
Dead like a battery, from this major battery

(Saafir)
I bang West Oakland 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 in this game
All angles spittin it so niggas 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 and sacked and saucy off smack
Bitch I no contender, I been holding these championship rings
Ammunition and big faces I been 'Ladeem'
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American
Niggas hate 'cause I'm skyscraping the small shelf pit cigarettes
I promise a hospital harness, to be the farthest from this life
Nickatine and Saafir, Sizzaline is the farthest on mic

(Andre Nickatina)
Walked out of doin major bragging

Bruce Lee like danger dragon
jeans doin some major sagging
Freak can bump hard in the 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
Some might think its
In the rap game freak I 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 cock me
Then come right with the counter rap
He's bustin till he collapse
Or at until his chest plate crack

(Saafir)
I one of these bitch ass niggas
that ain't from the that spit what he don't do
But I'ma let him bumble a little more I'ma hip all my niggas to you
You about tryna 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 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 hip all my niggas 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 know at his next show he'll be slipping, his guns ain't clicking
He tryna shine stadium lights I'ma leave this nigga ice dripping
With real heat star 6-70
For a bitch ass Hollywood nigga that wanna become a star heavenly
not hard, you can depend on me,
Serving like you, I'm the epitome
Only difference I don't much
And mothafuckas get deeply
That think I give a tryna get money
but shit if you get hit I'll dump your face off
Have your ass under the of some shit
that weak Halloween mask
and stab your ass in a pumpkin, I'm

Oakland...Saaf Bizzle...

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