Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

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(Nickel) Nine, witness me this apart
for sixty bars, the is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to 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
Matter fact Nottz it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
The of your strength is the end of where my bladder begins
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or on your pad or your pen
Go ahead, your men
The few left stragglin in after I clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, those mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on what was crackin
Because it wasn't no businesses (whoa)
Tack on who wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
in them skull caps like "Menace" with on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the to them snap-on spinners
off 'caine, robbin everything
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggaz ride me
equals 4 or 5 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
Tryna to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
You artists get the real footage of the you should know
I will put it like a so
Watchin the dude, the product move as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
than the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Why even bring your DAT's I am the king of rap
Now you say in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Go! {*record Watch me
Right the train tracks, with one of your ladies
Like that's the only thing it rhyme with
How about come up outta your cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get your waves
Because you keep the witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You little weak should keep
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 niggaz beat
But I don't let the rap haunt me
I call him Homicide Juan, sign him then free Shyne
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin faggot ass
Hang with chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
beat the pants off you for bein
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change like Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on some shit"
For that don't know
We picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will rhyme 'til the climate is
Diamonds in the rose Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..