Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, piss or shit on your pad or your pen
The lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder
Go ahead, your men
The few left stragglin in I been clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, those mag's
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't wanna act as (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggas
In them skull caps like "Menace" black on black to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, robbin
the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with me
Equals 4 or 5 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 to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
I will put it a movie so
You get the real footage of the squad you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them dudes "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't like "The Truman Show"
Why bring your DAT's when I am the king of rap
Matter fact Nottz, bring it
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only that it rhyme with
How about come up your braze cap
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get your waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you your mind lifted
Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to witchu (whoa)
Them loc's in Cali I be them pie-flippers
drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little guys should keep
The murder you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggas five
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 faggot ass tarts
Hang them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
Beat the pants off you for bein
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
From the speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars Baby
Make say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For that don't know
We just a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who will rhyme the climate is cold
Diamonds in the like Pocanos snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!" I'm..