Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or 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 clappin had to pretend
It so bad, bustin those mag's
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it wasn't no businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send niggas
In them skull caps "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
High off 'caine, everything
From the tires to the tents to them spinners
It's simple - 4 or 5 ride with me
Equals 4 or 5 stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)
amount to the passin, of the fathers
Of the now bastards, but it's not math
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze tool, lose a toe
I put it like a movie so
You get the real footage of the squad you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as dudes from "Blow"
Did it, room to grow
Bigger than the hood that you leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even your DAT's when I am the king of rap
fact Nottz, bring it back
Go! {*record Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme 'laid back'
Like the only thing that it rhyme with
How about come up your braze cap
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
You gonna get flat or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under waves
Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind
Quicker than 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Them loc's in Cali I know be pie-flippers
Doin on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys keep
The murder you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my beat five
I him Homicide Juan, I'mma sign him then free Shyne
But I let the battle rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, wearin a fan bought me
Somebody get avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin faggot ass
with them chaldeons, them 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, 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 that don't know
We just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen,
Who will rhyme the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..