Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

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

Da 5'9"]
The lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder
Yeah, 5-9'll or shit on your pad or your pen
Go ahead, gather men
The few stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretend
It so bad, bustin those mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a pack of
Back us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it 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 like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners
High off 'caine, robbin
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggaz ride 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 not about math
about, who's the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, a toe
You artists get the real footage of the squad you should
I will put it like a so
Watchin the dude, the product move as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave room to
Bigger than the hood that you leave like "The Truman Show"
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Why even bring your DAT's when I am the of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
Like that's the only that it rhyme with
How about come up your braze cap
You gonna get laid flat or you gonna
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your
Because you keep the nine - you gettin your mind lifted
quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You little weak should keep
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder case you to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my beat five
But I don't let the rap haunt me
I call him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then Shyne
Cardier band frosty, wearin a fan bought me
get this avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them talkers'll
Or, get your tan darkened, from the from the flame
the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
beat the off you for bein stand-off
Pullin all of cards
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, cars like Baby
Make say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those don't know
We just a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose Pocanos snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
with Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..