Luyện nghe bài hát Knicks (Remix)

[Verse 1: Gibbs]
Uh, in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice challenge on my wrist
Young and 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 a sack 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'
a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga
I got it sellin' bags
Elementary mathematics, can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a
get the [?], man where the reefers at?
Standin' at my window with my full
Malcolm us we've been bamboozled 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
Real killer, drug
I got it nickel bags
killer, drug dealer
I got it nickel bags

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

[Hook: Gibbs]
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 the long stretch
It's not that heartless, we're just usin' our heart less
You know stress cause niggas to
When I cut it, all my be softer than Charles Smith
grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips
And street corners, so many police us
to feast on us
Remember older niggas and bitches would on us
their teeth on us
I touch down, like Vic Cruz
Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move
Got no class like a nigga that skipped
Fix your face I play the mechanic and grip tools
The gleam every time that a cop scream
On the sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace