Luyện nghe bài hát Knicks (Remix)

[Verse 1: Gibbs]
Uh, in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket on my wrist
and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist
Stove a degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick
Got me gettin' chips
All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that
If you can push it, I'll you points from the back
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm back
Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax,
I got it sellin' bags
mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man the reefers at?
Standin' at my window my full clip
Malcolm told us we've been and hoodwinked
Another Darren Wilson get a badge every
R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police,

Freddie Gibbs]
I guess I got it sellin' bags
I got it sellin' bags
killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel
killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel

[Verse 2: Action
Same night Chris Childs punched
It was a Sunday, I had the
Then I crashed it, leather jacket like did
Face melted off the
I bought 40 of the yia-yia
Brown, Julie Brown know the hoochies wanna do me now
Don Bronson, in all like Don Johnson
You had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the court
hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk
I'm not the one for all the talk
I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big
Big coins, rosemary on the loin
Tyson doin' indos on the hero'
Queen sent 'em all by the

Freddie Gibbs]
[Verse 3:
I'm in the Carmelo 12 nicks, the L's lit
I'm close to them niggas that do bid and don't tell shit
Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the stretch
not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less
You know cause niggas to forfeit
When I cut it, all my be softer than Charles Smith
Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark
And corners, so many police want us
to feast on us
Remember older niggas and would sleep on us
their teeth on us
I touch down, like Vic Cruz
Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks
Got no class like a nigga that skipped
Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and tools
The gleam every time that a cop scream
On the sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace