Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on pad or your pen
The lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder
Go ahead, your men
The few left in after I been clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, bustin mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a of Depends
then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' 'em - send them niggas
In skull caps like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, robbin
From the tires to the tents to them spinners
It's - 4 or 5 niggas ride with me
4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)
This amount to the passin, of the
Of the now bastards, but not about math
about, who's the ho
Tryna to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
I will put it like a so
You artists get the footage of the squad you should know
the dude, the product move quick as them dudes 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 Nottz, bring it back
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Now you say 'Maybach' in rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only thing that it with
How about come up your braze cap
Right under the train tracks, with one of your
You gonna get laid or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under waves
you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
Quicker knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (bloaw bloaw!)
You weak guys should keep
The murder case you beat to and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggas five
I call him Homicide Juan, I'mma him then free Shyne
But I let the battle rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, wearin a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
servin faggot ass tarts
Hang them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Beat the pants off you for stand-off
Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat 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 reckless, change cars like Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on Wyclef shit"
For those that know
We just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul a frozen, flow
Who will rhyme 'til the is cold
in the rose like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!" I'm..