Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

[Hook:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me this apart
For sixty bars, the 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 fact Nottz it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, piss or shit on your pad or your pen
The of your strength is the end of where my bladder begins
Go ahead, gather men
The few left stragglin in after I been had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, those mag's
Somethin for your old ass like a of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on drug was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them 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 niggas ride 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 it's not about
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, your tool, lose a toe
I will put it like a so
You get the real footage of the squad you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't leave "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your when I am the king 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 that it with
How about come up your braze cap
Right under the tracks, with one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you gonna
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your lifted
Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Them loc's in Cali I be them pie-flippers
Doin on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should
The murder you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggas beat
I call him Homicide Juan, I'mma him then free Shyne
But I don't let the rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, wearin a fan bought me
Somebody get avalanche off me, the van hawk us
servin faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban
Beat the pants off you for bein
Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat from the
From the thang sayin "Keep your hands off me"
Pullin all of cards
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change like Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those don't know
We just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen,
Who will rhyme the climate is cold
in the rose like Pocanos snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!" I'm..