Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

[Hook:
(Nickel) Nine, me rippin this apart
For bars, the city is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a
So lean back - lean
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
Matter fact Nottz 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, those mag's
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on drug was crackin
it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either that or rap gon' 'em - send them niggas
In them 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 simple - 4 or 5 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
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, your tool, lose a toe
I put it like a movie so
You artists get the real footage of the you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them from "Blow"
Did it, leave room to
Bigger than the hood that you can't leave "The Truman Show"
Why even your DAT's when I am the king of rap
Matter Nottz, bring it back
Go! {*record Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only thing it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you behave
Put this gun to wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind
Quicker than 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Them 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 beat
I call him Juan, I'mma sign him then free Shyne
But I don't let the battle rap me
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get this avalanche off me, the van us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
with them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Beat the off you for bein stand-off
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
From the thang sayin "Keep your hands off me"
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, games 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 don't
We just a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who rhyme 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with Jay-Z and with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..