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 back - lean
I'm (Nickel) Nine, say it with me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
Matter fact Nottz it back, GO!
(M.I.C.) me

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or 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 wasn't so bad, bustin those
for your old ass like a pack of Depends
Back then us thugs had to depend on what was crackin
Because it no black-owned businesses (whoa)
Tack on who didn't act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap peel 'em
Either or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggas
In them skull caps like "Menace" with on black to get 'em (whoa)
off 'caine, robbin everything
From the tires to the to them snap-on spinners
It's simple - 4 or 5 niggas ride me
Equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my (like bloaw!)
This to the passin, of the fathers
Of the now bastards, but it's not math
about, who's the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze tool, lose a toe
I will put it like a so
You artists get the real footage of the you should know
Watchin the dude, the product move quick as dudes from "Blow"
Did it, leave to grow
Bigger than the hood that you can't like "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your when I am the king of rap
Matter fact Nottz, it back
Go! {*record scratches*} me
Now you say 'Maybach' in rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only that it rhyme with
How about up outta your braze cap
Right under the train tracks, one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you gonna
Put this gun to your 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)
Them loc's in I know be them pie-flippers
Doin on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys should
The murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace (peace!)
One of my beat five
I call him Homicide Juan, sign him then free Shyne
But I don't let the rap haunt me
Cardier band frosty, what a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
servin faggot ass tarts
Hang with them chaldeons, them talkers'll
Beat the off you for bein stand-off
Or, get your tan darkened, from the from the flame
From the thang speakin sayin "Keep your off me"
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, only games we is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change like Baby
Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit"
For those that don't
We just picture a with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who will rhyme the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like snow
I'm Alpo, AZ, Rich
Mixed with and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I'm..