Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

[Hook:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this
For bars, the city is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a
So back - lean back
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
Matter 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 strength is the end of where my bladder begins
Go ahead, your men
The few left stragglin in after I been clappin had to
It wasn't so bad, those mag's
Somethin for old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on what was crackin
Because it wasn't no black-owned (whoa)
Tack on who wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggas
In them skull caps "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, robbin
From the tires to the tents to snap-on spinners
It's - 4 or 5 niggas ride with 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 not about math
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, 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 room to
than the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Why bring your DAT's when I am the king of rap
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Go! {*record Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in rhymes 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 flat or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under waves
Because you the nine witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Them loc's in Cali I know be them
drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should
The murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the sign (peace!)
One of my niggas five
I call him Homicide Juan, I'mma sign him then Shyne
But I don't let the rap haunt me
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
get this avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
with them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Beat the off you for bein stand-off
Or, get your tan darkened, the heat from the flame
the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
Pullin all of cards
We dangerous, games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, cars like Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those don't know
We just picture a soldier with a rose soul with a frozen, flow
Who will rhyme the climate is cold
in the rose like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..