Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

[Chorus:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin apart
for sixty bars, the is ours
We the M-I, C; the to ever spit on a track
I'm (Nickel) Nine, say it with me now
So back - lean back
(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 begins
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on pad or your pen
Go ahead, your men
The few left stragglin in after I been had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, those mag's
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on drug was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
in them skull caps like "Menace" with black on to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the tents to them spinners
off 'caine, robbin everything
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 it's not math
It's about, the ho
prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
You artists get the real footage of the squad you should
I put it like a movie so
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as dudes from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't like "The Truman Show"
Matter Nottz, bring it back
Why even bring your when I am the king of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme 'laid back'
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
Like that's the thing that it rhyme with
How about come up outta braze cap
You gonna get flat or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind
quicker than 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You little weak guys keep
Them loc's in Cali I know be them
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 let the battle rap haunt me
I call him Homicide Juan, I'ma him then free Shyne
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
servin faggot ass tarts
Hang them 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 pants off you for bein
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on Wyclef shit"
For that don't know
We just picture a soldier a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will rhyme 'til the is cold
Diamonds in the rose Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
with Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..