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
a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick
Got me gradually chips
All my smokers grabbin' a sack of poison
If you can push it, I'll give you points from the
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they him, I'm comin' back
Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it on the tax, nigga
I got it sellin' nickel
Elementary mathematics, can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man the reefers at?
Standin' at my window with my clip
Malcolm told us we've bamboozled and hoodwinked
Another Darren Wilson get a badge week
R.I.P. to Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

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

2: Action 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 40 dimes of the yia-yia
Downtown Brown, Julie Brown know the wanna do me now
Don Bronson, in all like Don Johnson
You had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit Little Richard on the boardwalk
I'm not the one for all the talk
I'm Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd
Big coins, rosemary on the loin
Mike Tyson doin' on the hero'
sent 'em all by the sabero

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