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 ever spit on a
So lean - lean back
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the
fact Nottz 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 strength is the end of my bladder begins
Go ahead, gather 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 pack of
Back then us thugs had to depend on what was crackin
Because it wasn't no black-owned (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggas
In them skull caps like "Menace" black on black to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, robbin
the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggas ride me
Equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my (like bloaw!)
This to the passin, of the fathers
Of the now bastards, but it's not about
It's about, the ho
Tryna to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
I will put it like a so
You artists get the real footage of the squad you should
the dude, the product move quick as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your when I am the king of rap
Matter fact Nottz, bring it
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the thing that it rhyme with
How about come up outta your cap
under the train tracks, with one of your ladies
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you your mind lifted
than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Them in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys keep
The murder case you to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggas beat
I him Homicide Juan, I'mma sign him then free Shyne
But I don't let the rap haunt me
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them talkers'll
Beat the pants off you for bein
Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat the flame
the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all reckless, change cars like Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For that don't know
We just picture a soldier with a gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who rhyme 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
with Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..