Luyện nghe bài hát Knicks (Remix)

[Verse 1: Gibbs]
Uh, in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket on my wrist
Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to
Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a to a brick
Got me gettin' chips
All my smokers grabbin' a of that poison
If you can it, I'll give you points from the back
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin'
Took a loss but on the next one make it back on the tax, nigga
I got it nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you
Multiply, it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where the at?
at my window with my full clip
Malcolm told us been bamboozled and hoodwinked
Another Darren Wilson get a every week
R.I.P. to Michael and mothafuck the police, bitch

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

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

Freddie Gibbs]
[Verse 3:
I'm in the with 12 nicks, the L's lit
I'm close to them niggas do their bid and don't tell shit
Or far-fetch, them niggas be the long stretch
It's not that we're heartless, just usin' our heart less
You know stress niggas to forfeit
When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Smith
Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on strips
And corners, so many police want us
Lookin' to on us
Remember older niggas and bitches would on us
Suckin' teeth on us
I touch down, celebrate like Vic
Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move
Got no class a nigga that skipped school
Fix your 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools
The block gleam every time that a cop
On the corner sellin' nicks that's like Hakeem, peace