Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

[Hook:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin apart
For bars, the city is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to spit on a track
So lean back - lean
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the
Matter Nottz bring it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or pen
The lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder
Go ahead, gather men
The few left stragglin in I been clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, bustin those
Somethin for your old ass like a pack of
Back then us had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them
In them caps like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
off 'caine, robbin everything
From the to the tents to them snap-on spinners
simple - 4 or 5 niggas ride with me
Equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my (like bloaw!)
This amount to the passin, of the
Of the now bastards, but it's not about
about, who's the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, your tool, lose a toe
I will put it like a so
You artists get the real footage of the squad you know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them from "Blow"
Did it, leave room to
than the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even your DAT's when I am the king of rap
fact Nottz, bring it back
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid
Like that's the only thing it rhyme with
How about come up outta your cap
under the train tracks, with one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin mind lifted
Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to witchu (whoa)
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should
The case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggas beat
I call him Homicide Juan, I'mma sign him then free
But I let the battle rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, what a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban
the pants off you for bein stand-off
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin "Keep your hands off me"
all of y'all cards
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 Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We just picture a soldier with a rose soul with a frozen, flow
Who will rhyme 'til the is cold
Diamonds in the rose Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!" I'm..