Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

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

Da 5'9"]
The lack of your strength is the end of where my begins
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or on your pad or your pen
Go ahead, gather men
The few stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, bustin mag's
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us had to depend on what drug was crackin
it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't wanna act as (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them
in them skull caps "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the to the tents to them snap-on spinners
High off 'caine, robbin
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggaz with me
4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)
This amount to the passin, of the
of the now bastards, but it's not math
about, who's the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, your tool, lose a toe
You artists get the footage of the squad you should know
I will put it like a so
Watchin the dude, the move quick as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't leave like "The Show"
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Why even bring DAT's when I am the king of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme 'laid back'
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Right under the tracks, with one of your ladies
that's the only thing that it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin mind lifted
quicker knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You weak guys should keep
Them loc's in Cali I know be pie-flippers
Doin on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the 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, wearin what a fan me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them talkers'll
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin "Keep your hands off me"
beat the pants off you for stand-off
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, cars like Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We just picture a with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who rhyme 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with Jay-Z and with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..