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 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 on your pad or your pen
The lack of 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 so bad, bustin those mag's
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on what drug was
it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them
In them skull caps like "Menace" with black on to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, robbin
From the to the tents to them 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 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 get the real footage of the squad you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
Bigger than the hood that you leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your DAT's I am the king of rap
Matter fact Nottz, bring it
Go! {*record Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes it rhyme with 'laid back'
that's the only thing that it rhyme with
How about come up outta your cap
Right 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 your
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your lifted
than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Them loc's in I know be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little guys should 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 battle rap me
Cardier band frosty, wearin what a fan me
get this avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
Hang with chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
the pants off you for bein stand-off
Or, get your tan darkened, from the from 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 drive reckless, cars like Baby
Make 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 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..