Luyện nghe bài hát Knicks (Remix)

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

[Hook: Gibbs]
I I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' bags
Real killer, dealer
I got it nickel bags
Real killer, dealer
I got it sellin' bags

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

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