Luyện nghe bài hát Knicks (Remix)

[Verse 1: Freddie
Uh, in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice challenge on my wrist
Young and black in the US, a challenge to exist
Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a to a brick
Got me gradually gettin'
All my smokers grabbin' a of that poison
If you can push it, I'll you points from the back
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm back
Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it on the tax, nigga
I got it sellin' nickel
mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at a half
Smokers get the [?], man where the at?
at my window with my full clip
Malcolm told us we've been and hoodwinked
Darren Wilson get a badge every week
R.I.P. to Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

Freddie Gibbs]
I guess I got it sellin' bags
I got it nickel bags
Real killer, dealer
I got it sellin' bags
Real killer, dealer
I got it sellin' nickel

[Verse 2: Action
Same Chris Childs punched Kobe
It was a Sunday, I had the
Then I crashed it, leather like Slash did
Face melted off the
I bought 40 of the yia-yia
Downtown Brown, Julie Brown the hoochies wanna do me now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don
You ever had to take a shit you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the court
Shit hit like Richard on the boardwalk
I'm not the one for all the talk
I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big
Big coins, rosemary on the loin
Tyson doin' indos on the hero'
Queen 'em all by the sabero

[Hook: Gibbs]
[Verse 3:
I'm in the with 12 nicks, the L's lit
I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and tell shit
Or far-fetch, them be doin' the long stretch
It's not that we're heartless, just usin' our heart less
You know cause niggas to forfeit
When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer Charles Smith
Lost grips of a nigga hustled on dark strips
And street corners, so many police us
to feast on us
Remember older and bitches would sleep on us
Suckin' their on us
I touch down, celebrate Vic Cruz
Spike Lee, got a front row to watch nicks move
Got no class like a nigga that skipped
Fix your face 'fore I the mechanic and grip tools
The gleam every time that a cop scream
On the corner sellin' nicks giant like Hakeem, peace