Luyện nghe bài hát Knicks (Remix)

[Verse 1: Freddie
Uh, in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice challenge on my wrist
and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist
Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a to a brick
Got me gradually gettin'
All my smokers a sack of that poison
If you can push it, I'll you points from the back
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and call him, I'm comin' back
Took a loss but on the 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 for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where the at?
at my window with 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 the police, bitch

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

[Verse 2: Bronson]
Same night Chris punched Kobe
It was a Sunday, I had the
Then I crashed it, leather jacket Slash did
Face off the acid
I bought 40 of the yia-yia
Downtown Brown, Julie Brown the hoochies wanna do me now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don
You ever had to take a while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the court
Shit hit like Richard on the boardwalk
I'm not the one for all the small
I'm like Lloyd, Big Noyd
Big coins, on the strip loin
Mike Tyson doin' indos on the
sent 'em all by the sabero

[Hook: Freddie
3: Ransom]
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, niggas be doin' the long stretch
It's not that we're heartless, we're usin' our heart less
You stress cause 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 street corners, so many want us
to feast on us
Remember older and bitches would sleep on us
Suckin' their on us
I touch down, like Vic Cruz
Spike Lee, got a front row to watch nicks move
Got no class like a nigga skipped school
Fix face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools
The gleam every time that a cop scream
On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant Hakeem, peace