Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

[Chorus:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this
for bars, the city is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to spit on a track
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
So back - lean back
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
Matter fact Nottz 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 shit on your pad or pen
Go ahead, your men
The few left 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
Back then us thugs had to depend on what was crackin
Because it wasn't no businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't wanna act as (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
in them skull caps like "Menace" black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the to the tents to them snap-on spinners
High off 'caine, everything
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with me
equals 4 or 5 stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)
This amount to the passin, of the
of the now bastards, but it's not about
about, who's 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 as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't 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 because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Right the train tracks, with one of your ladies
Like that's the only that it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
You get laid flat 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 knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You little weak guys should
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggaz beat
But I don't let the battle rap me
I call him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then Shyne
Cardier band frosty, wearin what a fan me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin faggot ass
Hang with them chaldeons, Taliban talkers'll
Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat the flame
From the thang speakin "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, change cars Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on Wyclef shit"
For those that don't
We just picture a with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who rhyme 'til the climate is cold
in the rose like Pocanos snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..