Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

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(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin apart
for bars, the city is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to spit on a track
I'm (Nickel) Nine, say it with me now
So lean back - back
(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the
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, piss or shit 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 those
Somethin for your old ass like a pack of
Back us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
in them skull like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the tents to them spinners
High off 'caine, robbin
It's - 4 or 5 niggaz ride 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 not about math
It's about, the ho
Tryna to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
You artists get the real footage of the squad you should
I will put it a movie so
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave room to
Bigger the hood that you can't 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 it rhyme with 'laid back'
Go! {*record Watch me
Right under the train tracks, with one of ladies
Like that's the thing that it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
You gonna get laid flat or you behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your
you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme (whoa)
You little weak guys should
Them loc's in Cali I know be pie-flippers
drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder case you beat to and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my beat five
But I don't let the battle rap me
I call him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then Shyne
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
Hang with chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Or, get your tan darkened, from the from the flame
From the thang speakin sayin "Keep hands off me"
beat the off you for bein stand-off
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change like Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We just picture a soldier a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will rhyme 'til the climate is
Diamonds in the like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..