Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

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(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin apart
for sixty bars, the is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a
I'm (Nickel) Nine, say it with me now
So lean back - lean
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
Matter fact 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 piss or on your pad or your pen
Go ahead, your men
The few left stragglin in I been clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, 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 wasn't no businesses (whoa)
on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' 'em - send them niggaz
in them caps like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the tents to them snap-on
off 'caine, robbin everything
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggaz with me
equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives out of my window (like bloaw!)
amount to the passin, of the fathers
of the now bastards, but it's not about
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, your tool, lose a toe
You artists get the real of the squad you should know
I will put it like a so
the dude, the product move quick as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Matter Nottz, bring it back
Why even your DAT's when I am the king of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with back'
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Right the train tracks, with one of your ladies
Like that's the only that it rhyme with
How about come up your braze cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your lifted
quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to witchu (whoa)
You little weak guys should
Them loc's in Cali I know be pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace (peace!)
One of my beat five
But I let the battle rap haunt me
I him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then free Shyne
Cardier band frosty, wearin what a fan me
get this avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger faggot ass tarts
Hang with chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat the flame
From the speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
the pants off you for bein stand-off
Pullin all of cards
We dangerous, games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change like Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For that don't know
We just picture a soldier with a gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will rhyme 'til the is cold
Diamonds in the like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
with Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..