Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

[Chorus:
(Nickel) Nine, me rippin this apart
for bars, the city 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 king of the
Matter Nottz bring it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
The lack of your strength is the end of my bladder begins
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or pen
Go ahead, gather men
The few left stragglin in after I clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, bustin mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a pack of
Back then us thugs had to depend on what drug was
Because it wasn't no black-owned (whoa)
on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send niggaz
in them skull caps like "Menace" black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the tents to snap-on spinners
High off 'caine, robbin
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with me
equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives 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 prove to me you hard, your tool, lose a toe
You artists get the real footage of the you should know
I put it like a movie so
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them dudes "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't leave "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! {*record scratches*} me
Right the train tracks, with one of your ladies
Like that's the thing that it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put gun to your wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your lifted
quicker knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You weak guys should keep
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (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 rap haunt me
I him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then free Shyne
Cardier band frosty, wearin a fan bought me
Somebody get avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban
Or, get your tan darkened, the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin "Keep your hands off me"
beat the pants off you for stand-off
Pullin all of cards
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all reckless, change cars like Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on some shit"
For those don't know
We just picture a soldier a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will rhyme the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!"I'm..