Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or on your pad or your pen
The lack of your is the end of where my bladder begins
Go ahead, your men
The few stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretend
It so bad, bustin those mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a of Depends
Back us thugs 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 niggas
In them skull like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
off 'caine, robbin everything
From the tires to the to them snap-on spinners
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with me
Equals 4 or 5 stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)
amount to the passin, of the fathers
Of the now bastards, but it's not about
about, who's the ho
Tryna to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
I will put it a movie so
You get the real footage of the squad you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
Bigger the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your DAT's when I am the of rap
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Go! {*record Watch me
Now you say in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only thing it rhyme with
How about come up outta braze cap
Right under the train tracks, with one of your
You gonna get laid flat or you gonna
Put this gun to wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind
Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to witchu (whoa)
Them loc's in I know be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should
The murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace (peace!)
One of my niggas beat
I call him Homicide Juan, I'mma him then free Shyne
But I let the battle rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, what a fan bought me
Somebody get avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin faggot ass
Hang with them chaldeons, them talkers'll
Beat the pants off you for bein
Or, get your tan darkened, the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin sayin "Keep hands off me"
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars like
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For that don't know
We just picture a soldier a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who rhyme 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose Pocanos snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..