Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on pad or your pen
The lack of your 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
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - them niggas
In them skull caps like "Menace" with black on to get 'em (whoa)
off 'caine, robbin everything
From the tires to the tents to them snap-on
simple - 4 or 5 niggas 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, your 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 them from "Blow"
Did it, leave room to
Bigger the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your DAT's I am the king of rap
Matter fact Nottz, bring it
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Now you say 'Maybach' in your because it rhyme with 'laid back'
that's the only thing that it rhyme with
How about come up outta your cap
Right under the train tracks, with one of your
You gonna get flat or you gonna behave
Put this gun to your wave cap and get under waves
Because you keep the nine - you gettin your mind lifted
Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme (whoa)
Them loc's in Cali I be them pie-flippers
Doin drive-bys on lowrider (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak should keep
The murder case you to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
One of my niggas beat
I call him Homicide Juan, I'mma sign him free Shyne
But I don't let the battle rap me
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
get this 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 from the
From the speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"
all of y'all cards
We dangerous, games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change cars Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on some 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 rose like snow
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..