Luyện nghe bài hát Nickle

[Hook:
(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this
For sixty bars, the is ours
We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a
So lean back - lean
I'm (Nickel) Nine, say it with me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the of the track
fact Nottz bring 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 after I clappin had to pretend
It wasn't so bad, bustin those
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 wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenelin, the cap gon' '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
From the tires to the to them snap-on spinners
simple - 4 or 5 niggas ride with me
Equals 4 or 5 fo'-fives stickin out of my (like bloaw!)
amount to the passin, of the fathers
Of the now bastards, but it's not about
It's about, the ho
Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze tool, lose a toe
I put it like a movie so
You artists get the real of the squad 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 leave "The Truman Show"
Why even bring your DAT's I am the king of rap
Matter Nottz, bring it back
Go! {*record Watch me
Now you say 'Maybach' in rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Like that's the only thing that it with
How about come up outta braze cap
Right the train tracks, with one of your ladies
You gonna get laid flat or you gonna
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 drive-bys on bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
You little weak guys keep
The murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace (peace!)
One of my niggas beat
I him Homicide Juan, I'mma sign him then free Shyne
But I don't let the rap haunt me
Cardier frosty, wearin what a fan bought me
Somebody get this off me, the van hawk us
Cheeseburger servin faggot ass
Hang with them chaldeons, Taliban talkers'll
Beat the pants off you for bein
Or, get tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
From the thang speakin sayin "Keep your off me"
Pullin all of y'all
We dangerous, only we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)
We all drive reckless, change like Baby
Make Flex say, "Y'all on some shit"
For those that know
We just picture a with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
Who will 'til the climate is cold
Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos
I'm like Alpo, AZ,
Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss "pay me, bitch!" I'm..