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 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 Nottz bring it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or pen
The lack of your strength is the end of where my begins
Go ahead, gather men
The few left stragglin in after I been had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, bustin those
Somethin for your old ass like a pack of
Back then us thugs had to on what drug was crackin
Because it 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 kill 'em - send them niggas
In them skull caps like "Menace" with black on to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, everything
the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggas ride me
Equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives 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 to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
I will put it a movie so
You artists get the footage of the squad you should know
Watchin the dude, the move quick as them dudes from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
than the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your DAT's when I am the of rap
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Go! scratches*} Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid
Like that's the only thing that it rhyme
How about come up outta your cap
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you behave
Put gun to your wave cap and get under your waves
Because you keep the witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too to rhyme witchu (whoa)
loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Doin on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys keep
The murder case you beat to and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my beat five
I call him Juan, I'mma sign him then free Shyne
But I don't let the rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, wearin what a fan me
Somebody get this avalanche off me, the van us
Cheeseburger servin ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, Taliban talkers'll
Beat the off you for bein stand-off
Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat the flame
From the speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars like
Make say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those that don't
We just picture a soldier with a gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who will 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the like Pocanos snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!" I'm..