Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

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(Nickel) Nine, me rippin this apart
for sixty bars, the city is
We the M-I, C; the to ever spit on a track
I'm (Nickel) Nine, say it with me now
So lean back - back
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
Matter fact bring it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
The lack of strength is the end of where my bladder begins
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or pen
Go ahead, gather men
The few stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, those mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a pack of
then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
in skull caps like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the tents to snap-on spinners
off 'caine, robbin everything
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with me
4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)
This to the passin, of the fathers
of the now bastards, but it's not math
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, a toe
You get the real footage of the squad you should know
I will put it a movie so
Watchin the dude, the product move as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't like "The Truman Show"
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Why even bring your DAT's I am the king of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme 'laid back'
Go! {*record Watch me
Right under the tracks, with one of your ladies
Like that's the only that it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put gun to your wave cap and get under your waves
you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to witchu (whoa)
You weak guys should keep
Them loc's in Cali I be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (bloaw bloaw!)
the case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my beat five
But I let the battle rap haunt me
I call him Homicide Juan, sign him then free Shyne
Cardier band frosty, what a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
servin faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban
Or, get your tan darkened, the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin "Keep your hands off me"
beat the pants off you for stand-off
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all reckless, change cars like Baby
Make say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We just picture a soldier with a gold soul with a frozen, flow
who rhyme 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!"I'm..