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 on a track
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
So lean back - 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 is the end of where my bladder 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
Somethin for old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it wasn't no businesses (whoa)
on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - them niggaz
in them skull like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
from the tires to the tents to them snap-on
off 'caine, robbin everything
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with 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 about
about, who's the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, a toe
You artists get the real footage of the squad you know
I put it like a movie so
Watchin the dude, the product quick as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave room to
Bigger than the that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Why even bring your when I am the king of rap
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it with 'laid back'
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
Like that's the only thing that it rhyme
How about come up your braze cap
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine - you gettin your mind lifted
than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
You weak guys should keep
Them loc's in Cali I be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
the murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace (peace!)
One of my beat five
But I let the battle rap haunt me
I call him Juan, I'ma sign him then free Shyne
Cardier band frosty, what a fan bought me
Somebody get this avalanche off me, the van us
Cheeseburger servin faggot ass
Hang them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
From the thang sayin "Keep your hands off me"
beat the pants off you for bein
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars Baby
Make say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen,
who will rhyme 'til the is cold
Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!"I'm..