Luyện nghe bài hát Nickel

[Chorus:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me this apart
for sixty bars, the is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to ever on a track
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
So lean back - back
(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the
Matter fact Nottz it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
The lack of your is the end of where my bladder begins
Yeah, 5-9'll or shit on your pad or your 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 of Depends
Back then us thugs had to on what 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 like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the to the tents to them snap-on spinners
off 'caine, robbin everything
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with 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
about, who's 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 move quick as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger than the hood that you leave like "The Truman Show"
Matter fact Nottz, bring it
Why even bring your DAT's I am the king of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with back'
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
Like the only thing that it rhyme with
How about come up outta braze cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you your mind lifted
quicker than 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You weak guys should keep
Them in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the sign (peace!)
One of my niggaz five
But I don't let the rap haunt me
I him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then free Shyne
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get this avalanche off me, the van us
servin faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them talkers'll
Or, get your tan darkened, the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin sayin "Keep your off me"
beat the pants off you for stand-off
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
who will 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"I'm..